a dandelion gives
a nod…
my new summer robe.
~Issa (cited: The Haiku Guy)

In the summer night
The evening still seems present,
But the dawn is here.
To what region of the clouds
Has the wandering moon come home?
~ Kiyohara no Fukayabu (cited: Ogura Hyakunin Isshu)

“on your left,” I heard
on a bicycle built for two
youth passing me…bye

a lightning flash
soaked in green glaze
far beyond the field
~Kuroda Momoko (trans: M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

The Chinese expression for “nostalgia” is xiangchou, literally “village sadness” … the grief that accompanies the traveler who cannot find a way back to the home village.
Vera Schwarcz, Bridge Across Broken Time

Hiraeth (pronounced [hiraɪ̯θ] is a Welsh concept of longing for home. Many Welsh people claim hiraeth is a word which cannot be translated, meaning more than solely “missing something” or “missing home.” To some, it implies the meaning of missing a time, an era, or a person. It is associated with the bittersweet memory of missing something or someone, while being grateful of their existence. It can also be used to describe a longing for a homeland, potentially of your ancestors, where you may have never been. Similarly, the Cornish equivalent is hireth.
lost in the woods —
only the sound of a leaf
falling on my hat ~Tagami Kikusha (trans: Makoto Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)
Hiraeth bears considerable similarities with the Portuguese concept of saudade, Galician morriña, Romanian dor, Gaelic cianalas, Russian toska (тоска), German Sehnsucht and Ethiopian tizita (ትዝታ)
I cannot speak of
Yudono, but see how wet
My sleeve is with tears.
~Matsuo Basho, The Narrow Road to Oku (trans: Donald Keene)

Flowering thorn —
the pathway by my home village
is like this!
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)


Walking on, walking on,
things pondered about — springtime,
where has it gone to?
~Buson (Y Sawa & E Shiffert, Haiku Master Buson)
I’ve forgotten the trail
marked out while searching for you
in places I’ve never been


you left,
I remained…
two springs.
From this day forward, I will be…
may we find peace.

I was a child,
Nostalgia seemed a small stamp:
I was here…
My mother was there.
When I grew up
Nostalgia became a ticket:
I was here…
My bride was there.
Years later,
Nostalgia was a little tomb:
I was outside…
My mother was inside.
And now,
My nostalgia is a shallow strait:
I am at here…
The mainland is there.
~ Yu Guang Zhong
“The Chinese expression for “nostalgia” is xiangchou, literally “village sadness.” …xiangchou describes the grief that accompanies the traveler who cannot find a way back to the home village…[it] is not a geographical predicament but a spiritual state of being. First he finds himself outside the mother as a tiny emblem of apartness, then he is the man who contemplates her tomb. The shallow waters of the Taiwan straits are, similarly, not only a spatial divide between the island and the mainland but a reminder of the longing for, and the impossibility of going back to, ancestral roots.” *
*cited: V Schwarcz (Bridge Across Broken Time)
of this world
or the world beyond? on the sea
the sunset glow
~Tsuda Kiyoko (M Ueda, Far Beyond the Field)

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