Haiga Archive

eyes stare
at me—
(for)getting my mask

Dividing like clam
and shell, I leave for Futami—
autumn is passing by

What do the waves bring?
mixed in with little shells,
bits of clover blooms.

How lonely it is!
even lonelier than Suma,
autumn at this beach.

Night of the full moon!
the weather in the north land
is so uncertain.

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

I scribbled something,
planning to tear up my fan—
but parting was sad!