Archive for February, 2008


Posted in Haiqua, Winter on February 23, 2008 by Tito

Thinking of millennia

Of unknown poets …

Hail comes

Tinkling down.



幾千年の 無名詩人に… りんりんと降り来る 玉霰


Finishing with Heaney

Posted in Poem excerpt on February 23, 2008 by Tito

My cheek was hit and hit:

sudden hailstones

pelted and bounced on the road.

When it cleared again

something whipped and knowledgeable

had withdrawn

and left me there with my chances.

I made a small hard ball

of burning water running from my hand

just as I make this now

out of the melt of the real thing

smarting into its absence.

To be reckoned with, all the same,

those brats of showers.

The way they refused permission,

Rattling the classroom window

like a ruler across the knuckles,

the way they were perfect first

and then in no time dirty slush …

(Seamus Heaney)

Continuing with Shiki

Posted in Haiku, Japanese Modern, Winter on February 23, 2008 by Tito

筆に声あり霰の竹を打つ如し  (正岡子規)

In the pen, there is a voice:

It sounds like hailstones

Striking the bamboos.

(Masaoka Shiki)

Beginning with Basho

Posted in Haiku, Japanese Classic, Winter on February 23, 2008 by Tito


石山の石にたばしる霰哉  芭蕉



Across the rocks of Rock Mountain …


(Matsuo Basho)