Haiku

· Poems · ,

by Kobayashi Issa

Translated by Robert Hass

 

Mother I never knew—
every time I see the ocean,
every time.

 

 

At my daughter’s grave, thirty days
after her death:

 

Windy fall—
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.

 

 

Last time, I think,
I’ll brush the flies
from my father’s face.

 


From The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, and Issa. Edited and Translated by Robert Hass. Copyright © 1994 by Robert Hass. Reprinted by permission of The Ecco Press.

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