In a light spring rain
a discarded letter blows
through a bamboo grove
~Issa*
100 days…12th day
*cited:
The Spring of my Life
Trans: S Hamill
light spring rain
blossom
tulips blossom
a world of trials,
and if the tulip blossoms,
it simply blossoms
passing days
slowly passing days,
their echoing are heard
here in Kyoto
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
buson’s spring
water of spring,
violets and white flowered reeds
moistened as it flows.
~Buson*
*cited:
Haiku Master Buson
Y Sawa & E Shiffert
somehow getting by
Today, today too,
somehow getting by these days, still
living in a haze.
~Issa*
*cited:
The Springtime of My Life
S Hamill
for you who rarely visit…
for you who
rarely visit,
though you have already arrived,
may the early evening storm
not blow so hard!
~Ryokan*
*cited:
Sky Above, Great Wind
K Tanahashi
fading summer
a voiceless flower…speaks
A voiceless flower
speaks to the obedient
in-listening ear
~Uejima Onitsura
thursday’s special: minuscule
In the depths of night…I dream
How peaceful is
Every single dawn;
I gaze out, yet
Still in the depths of night
I dream…a grief, indeed.
~Princess Shokushi*
*cited:
sunflower
every single trace has gone
But rarely
Did he visit-now
‘Tis all in the past, and
Since then in the garden
Every single trace has gone.
~Monk-Prince Shukaku*
iris
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