Morning and evening
I gazed at
incense smoke –
drifting,
remembering…
poetry
100 days 47th day
In an old temple
deep in Mount Koya,
Kii Province,
I listen to raindrops
falling from a cedar tree.
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
Trans: K Tanahashi
100 days…46th day
Gloriously
Shines the spring sun
A skylark soars
And sad am I,
Alone with my thoughts
~Man’yoshu*
*cited:
100 days…45th day
up ahead, someone
will be at home
spring morning
100 days…44th day
Morning haze
hides blossoms from the wind
too completely
~Senjun*
*cited:
Haiku before Haiku
Trans: S Carter
100 days…43rd day
I am a drop of dew
Hanging from a leaf
Yet, I am not unrestful
For on this branch, I seem to have existed
From before the birth of the world
~Izumi Shikibu
100 days…41st day
Springtime rain!
Almost dark, and yet
today still lingers
~Buson*
this image is available through Turning Art
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Trans: Y Sawa & E Shiffert
black and white sunday: timeless
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:
100 days…40th day
walking on, walking on
accompanying memories – springtime,
where have you gone to?
100 days…39th day
Nothing
in the world
is usual today
Sorrow is…
evergreen
100 days…38th day
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
100 days…37th day
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
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