shira ume ni akuru yo bakari to nari ni kerithe night almost past
through the white plum blossoms
a glimpse of dawn
© Yosa BusonChèvrefeuille writes:
"Yosa Buson died on December 25th 1783 and the above haiku was, what we call, his Jisei or deathpoem. Even on his deathbed Buson wrote haiku as if he was painting ... what a gorgeous haiku he left behind as his soul travelled to Paradise."
A little cuckoo across a hydrangea(Haiga) by Yosa Buson |
first splash of light
the whippoorwills sing softly
peaceful harmony
the whippoorwills sing softly
peaceful harmony
© G.s.k. '14
The night my daughter was sang (well, actually, very early in the morning) the whippoorwills sang. It was glorious!
ReplyDeleteA Glimpse Through a Cleft
A beautiful memory indeed and can believe it was glorius!
ReplyDeleteSuch a soft, sweet feeling to this -- :)
ReplyDeleteThanks ... changed my bird today ;-)
DeleteA change of birds can be a good thing. o.O
DeleteOh believe me, you've just hit the nail on the head ...
DeleteWonderful memory caught in a nice haiku. I have a question ... what are whippoorwills? I have never heard of whippoorwills ...
ReplyDeleteHere' a youtube article of the whipporrwills - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYNg79KDc0Y
ReplyDeleteI like the mellow feel to thus, Georgia.
ReplyDeletea moment's peaceful reflection.
Deletea beautiful quietness to this, Georgia
ReplyDeleteThank you Belinda, the quiet in a maelstrom ...
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