Haiga Archive

From Hot Springs Mountain
all the way to Blowing Bay—
the cool of evening

Sweet-smelling rice fields!
to our right as we push through,
The Ariso Sea.

What a charming name!
The wind blows through little pines,
Clover and susuki

Kisakata—
Seishi sleeping in the rain,
wet mimosa blossoms.

How awe inspiring!
on green leaves, the young leaves
the light of the sun

Lead the horse sideways
across the meadows— I hear
a nightingale

The true beginnings
of poetry— an Oku
rice-planting song