The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*

image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s b&w challenge: timeless
*cited:
The depth of the hearts
Of humankind cannot be known.
But in my birthplace
The plum blossoms smell the same
As in the years gone by.
~Ki no Tsurayuki*

image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s b&w challenge: timeless
*cited:
walking on, walking on
accompanying memories – springtime,
where have you gone to?

Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen

Through the years
I’ve become used to sorrow,
there was not one spring
I didn’t leave behind
the flowers.
~Izumi Shikibu*

*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
If I say
this or that,
how ordinary grief becomes –
broken cries are the words
that sorrow’s voice demands
~Izumi Shikibu*

*cited:
The Ink Dark Moon
Trans: J Hirshfield & M Aratani
a butterfly flits
about the fishing pole line
spring breeze

Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*

*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
In a world
of lies – why not blossoms
that don’t fall?
~Sogi*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
blossoms scatter
never knowing
our regrets
~Ouchi Masahiro*

*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
Morning haze
jewels of rain, falling
in a dream

100 days…32nd day
traveling geese
the city park is home
early spring

While wandering about the city park in Fort Collins, the experience of “being here; yet not here” is reflected within this multiple exposure…
while this image is a telling of park visitors…unseen

submitted in response to Paula’s Thursday Color Challenge: park
overwhelming
my memory
blossoms at dusk
~Shohaku*

100 days…31st day
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
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