Fireflies and Haiku

With the new month comes yet another haiku from the endlessly talented Issa. Enjoy!

“A giant firefly
wavers this way and that way-
look – it flies away.”

— Issa (1765-1826)

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“Flowers of Spring” Haiku

Today marks the first day of May, and with it comes an introduction to yet another talented word artist, Onitsura.

“Eyes, back and forth,
nose, up and down–
the flowers of spring!”

— Onitsura (1660-1738)

A Haiku For Every Season

April has just begun and spring is most definitely here (it may even stay). What better way to celebrate this than with an introduction to yet another talented haiku artist and a rather fitting example of his craft?

“Cherry blooms are falling–
and now between the trees,
a temple appears.”

Buson (1715-1783)

A March Haiku

With the beginning of the new month comes an introduction to another word artist – Shiki.  Unfortunately, I was unable to find any verifiable biographical information about him, as the name Shiki appeared in reference to several different haiku authors.  However, I believe his beautiful words speak for themselves.

“Islands all around
with their pine trees; and the wind–
its sound is cooling.”

–Shiki (1867-1902)

Do You Haiku?

Today marks the beginning of the new month, and with that comes an introduction to a new author and haiku.  This month’s artist, Issa (which translates to Cup-Of-Tea, interestingly enough), was born in Kashiwabara, Japan in 1762.  Up until his death in 1826, Issa traveled throughout his homeland writing haiku, infusing the simple elegance of his work with such Buddhist themes as mortality, empathy, and the passionate celebration of the ordinary.

“It seems as if
this must be the end of it —
so much spring snow.”

–Issa

Haiku, For You

Tonight’s post is simply a haiku written by Ransetsu, an immensely talented poet whose work is posted, luckily enough (for me), on my new wall calendar for this year (unfortunately, time constraints prevent me from making a longer post).  While not all of its contents relate to the winter season here in Chicagoland – I have not heard bird song in quite some time – it is beautiful none the less.

 “New Year’s Day —
the clouds are gone and sparrows
are telling each other tales.

–Ransetsu (1653-1708)