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Haiku and Spring Fever

Spring Fever is well on its way here in Tokyo. From the cherry blossom bathbombs, to the cherry blossom latte at Starbucks it is literally  everywhere. A few days ago to help me  get into the spirit of the upcoming season as if the explosion of cherry blossom products all over tokyo was not enough, I went to a used bookstore to look for a spring themed book to read and luckily saw a book of Japanese Haikus about spring that has been translated in English. I never really understood Japanese Haikus when I was learning them back in school, I thought they were weird and doesn’t really make sense. After reading the book though, I realized that Haikus are actually weirder. I still can’t decide if they are deep or senseless. Nonetheless I think they’re interesting and true to its meaning very unusual.  The Japanese  really are an unusual  lot.Who would have thought that they can make art in   5-7 syllable words and 3 lines.  Their thought process sometimes makes me think.

Anyway here’s a few Japanese Haikus that I picked out from the book.  Some of them are quite romantic which is  surprising because as far as I know Japanese are not  usually romantic.  I guess all the pink of the Sakura season brings out the romance in them or it may just be hay fever who knows.

Have fun reading! Hope you appreciate these Spring Haikus as much as I did. Spring is coming!

  • Snow-obscured heights,
    mist-shrouded slopes:
    this spring evening.
    Ilio Sōgi (1421-1502)

 

  • While you decline to cry,
    high on the mountainside
    a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
    Ō no Yasumaro (circa 711),

 

  • Standing beneath cherry blossoms
    who can be strangers?
    Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827),

 

  • The temple bells grow silent
    but the blossoms provide their incense

    A perfect evening!
    Matsuo Basho,

 

  • Spring has come:
    the nameless hill
    lies shrouded in mist
    Matsuo Basho,

 

  • Among the graffiti
    one illuminated name:
    Yours.
    Matsuo Basho,

 

  • Ah butterfly,
    what dreams do you ply
    with your beautiful wings?
    Kaga no Chiyo (1703-1775),

 

  • “Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
  • Spring comes, and the
  • grass grows, by itself.” 
  • Matsuo Basho,

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