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Haiku poems

O mică selecţie de poeme haiku sau lucruri care te relaxează instant.

Preferatul meu îi aparţine lui Kobayashi Issa ( 1763 – 1828), poet și preot budist japonez care a fost unul din maeștrii genului haiku.

A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window’s hole,
the Galaxy.


In the cicada’s cry
No sign can tell
How soon it must die.

Don’t imitate me;
it’s as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

(Matsu Basho)


First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.

(Murakami Kijo)


Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

My life –
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.

(Masaoka Shiki)


The first firefly…
But he got away and I…
Air in my fingers.



An autumn eve;
There is joy too,
In loneliness.

(Yosa Buson)

I hung the moon on various
branches of the pine



Dead my old fine hopes
And dry my dreaming but still…
Iris, blue each spring.



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