Haiku and More

And

When summer comes the cicadas sing again. Fireworks freeze in my memory. Distant countries are dim but the universe is right in front of your nose. What a blessing that people can die leaving behind only the conjunction ‘and’.

- Tanikawa Shuntarō

gay… affectionate… when I’m reborn I pray to be a white-wing butterfly

- Issa

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squatting like buddha: but bitten by mosquitoes in my nirvana

- Oemaru

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at the ancient shrine tarnished gold-foil… and green leaves awakening time

- Chora

snow is melting… far in the misted mountains a caw-cawing crow

- Gyodai

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dull-dreary rain-day… dripping past my gate a girl bearing irises

- Shintoku

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vanishing springtime… wistfully the lonely widow pouts at her mirror

- Seibi