Spring Haikus by Issa – Japanese poet.


Early spring –            From the bough
stream flows            floating downriver,
toward my door        insect song.

In spring rain
A pretty girl

Face of the spring moon —
About twelve years old,
I’d say.

The cricket
proudly pricks up its whiskers
and sings

My spring is just this: 
a single bamboo shoot, 
a willow branch

Moist spring moon – 
raise a finger 
and it drips.

The spring day 
In the pools.

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.


A world of trials, 
and if the cherry blossoms, 
it simply blossom


Moon, plum blossoms, 
this, that, 
and the day goes.

Not very anxious 
to bloom, 
my plum tree

The new year arrived 
in utter simplicity – 
and a deep blue sky

People working fields, 
from my deepest heart, I bow. 
Now a little nap.

Before I arrived, 
who were the people living here? 
Only violets remain.


Emily Dickinson; no sleep, morning… long night.

Dickinson on sleeplessness.

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!