Tuesday, July 21, 2009

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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