Spring
The year’s first poem done,
with smug self confidence
a haikai poet.
Longer has become the daytime;
a pheasant is fluttering
down onto the bridge.
Yearning for the Bygones
Lengthening days,
accumulating , and recalling
the days of distant past.
Slowly passing days,
with an echo heard here in a
corner of Kyoto.
The white elbow
of a priest, dozing,
in the dusk of spring.
Into a nobleman,
a fox has changed himself
early evening of spring.
The light on a candle stand
is transferred to another candle
spring twilight.
A short nap,
then awakening
this spring day has darkened.
Who is it for,
this pillow on the floor,
in the twilight of spring?
The big gateway’s heavy doors,
standing in the dusk of spring.
Hazy moonlight —
someone is standing
among the pear trees.
Blossoms on the pear tree,
lighten by the moonlight, and there
a woman is reading a letter.
Springtime rain — almost dark,
and yet today still lingers.
Springtime rain —
a little shell on a small beach,
enough to moisten it.
Springtime rain is falling,
as a child’s rag ball is soaking
wet on the house roof.
Summer
Within the quietness
of a lull in visitors’ absence,
appears the peony flower!
Peony having scattered, two
or three petals lie on one another.
The rain of May —
facing toward the big river, houses,
just two of them.
At a Place Called Kaya in Tanba
A summer river being crossed,
how pleasing,
with sandals in my hands!
The mountain stonecutter’ s chisel;
being cooled in the clear water.
Grasses wet in the rain,
just after the festival cart passed by.
To my eyes how delightful
the fan of my beloved is,
in complete white.
A flying cuckoo,
over the Heian capital,
goes diagonally across the city.
Evening breeze —
water is slapping against
the legs of a blue heron.
An old well —
jumping at a mosquito,
the fish’s sound is dark.
Young bamboo trees —
at Hashimoto, the courtesan,
is she still there or not?
After having been fallen,
its image still stands —
the peony flower.
Stepping on the Eastern Slope
Wild roses in bloom —
so like a pathway in,
or toward, my home village.
With sorrow while coming upon the hill
—flowering wild roses.
Summer night ending so soon,
with on the river shallows still remains
the moon in a sliver.
Autumn
It penetrates into me;
stepping on the comb of my gone wife,
in the bedroom.
More than last year,
I now feel solitude;
this autumn twilight.
This being alone may even be a kind of happy
— in the autumn dusk.
Moon in the sky’s top,
clearly passes through this
poor town street.
This feeling of sadness —
a fishing string being blown by the autumn wind.
Winter
Let myself go to bed;
New Year’s Day is only a matter
for tomorrow.
Camphor tree roots are quietly getting wet,
in the winter rainy air.
A handsaw is sounding,
as if from a poor one,
at midnight in this winter.
Old man’s love affair;
in trying to forget it,
a winter rainfall.
In an old pond,
a straw sandal is sinking
— it is sleeting.
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The End
And that’s the End of the Poem
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