I could read these wonderful minute poems all day.
The camelia tips,
the remains of last night's rain
splashing out
-- Buson 1715-1782
from The Poetry of Zen
translated & edited
by Sam Hamill & J. P. Seaton
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Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life.
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The Birds Have Vanished
The birds have vanished into the sky,
and now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
--Li Po
Above the boat,
bellies
of wild geese.
--Kikaku
From the bough
floating down river,
insect song.
--Issa
I love " . . .until only the mountain remains."
Also:
The bee emerging
from deep within the peony
departs reluctantly
--Basho
Springtime coming!
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