i.
A hundred different gourds
From the mind
Of one vine.
From the mind
Of one vine.
--RH Blyth, History of Haiku, Volume One
Autumn's bright moon
However far I walked, still afar off
In an unknown sky.
--RH Blyth, Haiku III: Summer/Autumn
ii.
My hunter of butterflies
how far
has he wandered today
has he wandered today
“Cuckoo!”
“Cuckoo!”
While I meditated
on that theme
day dawned
“Cuckoo!”
While I meditated
on that theme
day dawned
See! The gleam
of my fishing line
of the summer moon
of my fishing line
of the summer moon
I forgot that my lips
were rouged,
drinking
of the clear spring water
were rouged,
drinking
of the clear spring water
--Kenneth Rexroth and Ikuko Atsumi,
Women Poets of Japan
iii.
skylark in the heavens . . .
what do you think
of the boundless sky?
what do you think
of the boundless sky?
whatever I pick up
is alive --
ebbing tide
without a voice
the heron would disappear --
morning snow
--Gabriel Rosenstock, Poetry Chaikhana:
Sacred Poetry from Around the World
iv.
iv.
A green willow's quiet, wherever you plant it
Mistaking birds for leaves—lonely, a winter’s moon
--Hirokai Sato
From the Country of Eight Islands
v.
All round the rope a morning-glory clings
How can I break its beauty’s dainty spell?
I beg for water from a neighbor’s well.
How can I break its beauty’s dainty spell?
I beg for water from a neighbor’s well.
--Clara M. Walsh
No autumn colors hint that side of the mountain:
a one-sided love
--Janice Brown
With no flowers
You are free as a willow
You are free as a willow
--Faubion Bowers
The butterfly—
What are the dreams that make him
Flutter his wings?
What are the dreams that make him
Flutter his wings?
--Donald Keene
I sleep . . . I wake . . .
How wide
The bed with none beside
How wide
The bed with none beside
--Curtis Hidden Page
--Faubian Bowers
The Classic Tradition of Haiku