Jisei Poems - Poems about Jisei

Between the belly and the soil I do as I do I am as I am and all it is, I mean all that it is (every morsel, every moment) is my scratching out a, no my Death Poem. When I fall from thought and fall to rot it will be yours to read, to sing, to frame, to forget. Yours to burn. ...

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old man lying in recliner regrets...

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THIS WORLD OF DEW This world? Moonlit dew flicked from a crane's bill. —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Seventy-one? How long can a dewdrop last? —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Dewdrops beading grass-blades die before dawn; may an untimely wind not hasten their departure! —Eihei Dogen Kigen, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch This world of dew is a...

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Today, catching sight of the mallards crying over Lake Iware: Must I too vanish into the clouds? —Prince Otsu translation by Michael R. Burch This world— to what may we compare it? To autumn fields lying darkening at dusk illuminated by lightning flashes. —Minamoto no ago translation by Michael R. Burch This world—to what may we liken it? To autumn fields lit dimly at...

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all haiku is death poetry Basho said...

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Phantoms, whirling Beyond my grasp as I stroke the sky Of familiar faces Whom vanished from sight as our bonds died Day in, day out Waking up just to fall asleep again Where is there meaning When life exists just to end Bonds of iron Of friends who said we'd never forget what we had Lost to ages Lost beneath the waves in black cloth clad Now...

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