Genny20’s Reviews > Japanese Haiku > Status Update

- the year end party.. I am even envious of scolded children
- on jolly New Year's Day my last year's bills drop in to pay their compliments
(From pg 60)

- ah! I intended never never to grow old... Listen: New Year's bell!
- "yes, come in!" I cried... But at the Windy snow-hung gate knocking still went on
(From pgs 58 and 59)

- old weary willows.. I thought how long the road would be when you went away
- no oil to read by... I'm off to bed but ah!.. my moonlit pillow
( From pg 55)

- from dark Windy Hills voices driving weary horses shouting of the storm
- oh former renter I know it all, down to the very cold you felt
(From pg 52)

- deepen, drop, and die many hued chrysanthemums.. one black Earth for all
- torches! Come and see the burglary I have captured.. oh! My eldest son! (That's rough buddy-)

- oh sorry tomcat bigger blacker knights of Love have knocked you out
- while I turned my head that traveler I'd just passed.. melted into mist
- shocking the red of lacquered fingernails against a white chrysanthemum
(From pgs 46 and 47)

- now in late Autumn look, on my old rubbish heap... Blue morning Glory
- oh! I ate them all and oh! What a stomach ache.. green stolen apples (lol!)
(From pgs 44 and 45)

- here, where 1,000 captains swore Grand conquest... Tall Grass their monument
- yellow Autumn Moon unimpressed the scarecrow stands simply looking bored
- white chrysanthemum.. before that perfect flower scissors hesitate
(From pg 43)

- dancing in my silks money tossed itself away... Pretty, this paper dress!
- white moth, flutter off: fly back into my breast now quickly, my own soul!
- nine times arising to see the moon.. whose solemn Pace marks only midnight yet
- watching, I wonder what poet could put down his quill... A pluperfect moon!
(From pgs 40 and 41)

- wee bitter cricket crying all this sunny day.. or is he laughing?
- a short summer night but in this solemn darkness one peony blooms
- long the summer day... patterns on the ocean sand our idle footprints
- see.. the heavy leaf on the silent windless Day falls of its own will
(From pgs 38 and 38)