Ninety five haiku written over two hundred years ago by the Japanese poet Issa.
A Few Flies and I Haiku Ninety five haiku written over two hundred years ago by the Japanese poet Issa
Favorite lines 1 In the dawn of day, The colour of the sky Has a change of clothes 2 Even among insects, in this world, Some are good at singing, Some bad 3 A single mat Beneath a pine tree Makes a summer mansion 4 The Buddha smiles And points his finger At a stink worm 5 I punished my child By tying him to a tree, Knowing a gentle breeze Would come and cool him off 6 Don t kill The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together.
Playfully funny almost child like haiku, all focused on nature and animals Really lovely poetry from one of the masters.
Although I find Basho appealing than Issa, I really enjoyed this slim volume a great collection of haiku What really stood out for me however were the illustrations by Ronni Solbert each haiku was illustrated those I give 5 stars.Here were two of my favorite haiku from the collection pgs 74 75 We human beings,Squirming about amongThe flowers that bloom Even among insects, in this world,Some are good at singing,Some bad.
Insects on a boughFloating down the riverStill singing I cleanedMy gardenTo give welcomeTo my bird A mosquito bit meUnder the cherry tree,And I spoke ill Even of the blossoms.
This is minimalist s minimalistic work A short book of Haiku, it s subject matter includes the smallest creatures sparrows, a wren, fleas, and even mosquitoes and earthworms Read this when you are sick of the big things in life, the budget deficit for example.
The syllabic feature of haiku is so prevalent in my mind years of elementary school drilling This translation discards that in favor of brevity and sense Hard to adjust.
Haiku by one of the first true masters Issa was a humble man with an incredible gift for capturing the true essence of haiku in his haiku.
Issa s haiku are extremely serene, sometimes impressionistic, sometimes overly sentimental A relaxing read.
Haiku reminds me of taking pictures.
I liked Issa s child like haikus.A single matBeneathA pine treeMakes a summer mansion.The cool breezeTakes up its abodeEven in a single blade of grass.Insects on a boughFloating down the river,Still singing.We are forever talkingAbout snowmenAnd yet they lastNo than a day.A mosquito bit meUnder the cherry tree,And I spoke illEven of the blossoms.