Haiga Archive

Blossoms unnoticed
by people of this world—
chestnuts by the eaves

Sword and alter both
Display on Boy’s Days in May
When paper banners fly

How cool it is here—
a crescent moon faintly hovers
over Mount Haguro.

I will bind iris
blossoms round my feet
cords of my sandals!

Whiter, whiter than
the stones of Stone Mountain—
the autumnal wind

How pure the moonlight
on the sand before the shrine
brought by Pilgrim-priests

Shake your tomb, reply!
my voice that weeps for you
is the autumn wind