Haiga Archive

Rainhat Island—
where did you say it was?
muddy roads in May

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

Deft hands that now pluck
seedlings, once you used to press
patterns from stones

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

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

They sowed a whole field
and only then did I leave
Saigyo’s willow tree

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