The winter river;
flowers offered to Buddha.
Poems,Quotations and Poetry of Well Known Poets
Poems,Quotations and Poetry of Well Known Poets
light of the moon
creep eastward
Spring rain:
a straw coat and umbrella walk past
White blossoms of the pear
reading a letter.Translated by Robert Hass
Ploughing the land–
in the mountain’s shadow.Translated by Robert Hass
Over-ripe sushi,
Is full of regret.
Below are eleven Buson haiku
‘The short night–‘The short night–on the hairy caterpillarbeads of dew.The short night–patrolmenwashing in the river.The short night–bubbles of crab frothamong the river reeds.The short night–a broom thrown awayon the beach.The short night–the Oi Riverhas sunk two feet.The short night–on the…
The end of spring–
about editors.Translated by Robert Hass
The spring sea rising
and falling all day.Translated by Robert Hass
The old man
bent like a sickle.Translated by Robert Hass
Straw sandal half sunk
in the sleety snow.Translated by Robert Hass
The willow leaves fallen,
rocks here and there.Translated by Robert Hass
The behavior of the pigeon
but the mountain cuckoo?Translated by Robert Hass
Washing the hoe–
far off, wild ducks.Translated by Robert Hass
They end their flight
crows at dusk.Translated by Robert Hass
tilling the field:
has disappeared
ِA mosquite buzzes
a mosquite buzzesevery time flowersof honeysuckle fall
Beautiful is the ‘thank you’
Offered to peace prone peopleWho offer what is real-themselvesTo nurse with love and humilitynapalm asphyxiated victimsin our stained worldveiling ambition with face ofhumanity.Beautiful is the momentwhen sunlit world fades awayAnd with it mind made mirrorWhile look inward drawn, sight insight…
I came as tomorrow
To your warm wombMother……Without your choiceOr mineDestined to up dateWith timeOur human treeBut before loveGrew into flesh and wordsWhat is unfinished creation-A precipitation of bloodBecame my transcendence.
Made homeless from home
Extend an armless arm, find it harderTo hold peace than explosivesIn a napalmed landWhere arms are more expensiveThan human hands.As homebred exile I learn to follow safetythrough blood on the roadlit flashed by bomb-light,To grow under a chemical skyDripping with…