The thief left it behind -
The moon
At the window.
Counting days is like snapping
One's fingers -
Every May passes like a dream.
Have you forgotten the way to my hut?
Every evening I wait for the sound of your footsteps
But you do not appear.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Three Haiku by Ryokan (1758-1831)
The thief left it behind -
The moon
At the window.
Counting days is like snapping
One's fingers -
Every May passes like a dream.
Have you forgotten the way to my hut?
Every evening I wait for the sound of your footsteps
But you do not appear.
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2 comments:
woof
I like your ryokan haiku !
I made a LINK for my friends to find you.
SHOKAI
Enjoy your Zen and Haiku life !
GABI from Japan
with more about Ryookan here:
. DARUMA Museum, Japan .
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