some are made speechless
by falling cherry blossoms,
but -- for others --
speechlessness comes from
a mouthful of the fruits.
Cherry [Kyōka]
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“A Quoi Bon Dire” by Charlotte Mew [w/ Audio]
Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.
So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.
And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.
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Poppy Blur [Haiku]
“Autumn” by T. E. Hulme [w/ Audio]
A touch of cold in the Autumn night --
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
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Frenetic Idyll [Haiku]
rushing water cuts
through a bucolic scene;
yet, it's still calming.
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“I’m Nobody! Who are you?” (260) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know!
How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!
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Seller’s Market [Senryū]
it's a seller's market
for snail housing, based
on that cramped shell.
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Toothy Mountain [Haiku]
the clouds retreat,
revealing the jagged spires
up the mountainside.
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Cobble Sparrow [Haiku]
“Lost in Fog” by Qin Guan [w/ Audio]
The tower has vanished in the fog;
The boat is hidden in moon-shadow;
The perfect peach field cannot be found.
I'm shut in by the cold rain of Spring.
I hear the cuckoo's call at sunset.
Apricot blossoms sent by my friends
In letters received through the post
Cause an assault by countless memories.
A lonely river rounds the mountain,
But why should it flow toward my lost world?
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