Haiku
Shiki, Masaoka
After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!
Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain
Basho, Matsuo
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening
Takahama, Kyoshi:
He says a word,
and I say a word - autumn
is deepening
A gold bug -
I hurl into the darkness
and feel the depth of night
Etsujin
Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!
Issa
A giant firefly:
that way, this way, that way, this -
and it passes by
~ Unknown
Early morning sun.
heartbeat against
my shoulder
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