One of my major literary discoveries this year was Japanese author Natsume Sōseki, who was best known for his prose and who was honored on the 1,000 yen note between 1984 and 2004. Here, however, are six haiku that he wrote:
Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
The lamp once out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.
The crow has flown away;
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.
Watch birth and death:
The lotus has already
Opened its flower.
Plum flower temple:
Voices rise
From the foothills.
On New Year’s Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.
My favorite haiku is the second one, but the most poignant is the last one. Natsume Sōseki was born to such aged parents that they, being embarrassed, gave him up for adoption, until they re-introduced themselves as his grandparents. Eventually, Sōseki found out about this subterfuge.
O leaves, ask the breeze
which of you will scatter first
from the verdant trees
-Soseki
sitting on the bridge
eating a bowl of cold rice
almost time to go
flickering fire
turns wood to ash
dog’s leg, twitching
-mudpuddle
Nice, I like it.