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| Georgia O'Keeffe Sunrise, 1916 |
Kobayashi Issa
Everything I touch
with tenderness, alas
pricks like a bramble.
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.
In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning.
New Year's Day--
Everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
A dry riverbed
Glimpsed
By lightening.
That wren--
Looking here, looking there.
You lose something?
Ducks, bobbing on the water--
Are they also, tonight,
Hoping to get lucky?
Insects on a bough
Floating downriver
Still singing.
"only halfway forced
isolation...
my winter seclusion" Issa Kobayashi
"the last snow pile --
even the sparrows
make fun of it" Issa Kobayashi
"a hot day's treasure
they say, little clump
of trees" Issa Kobayashi
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