nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
A THOUSAND HILLS
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Masaoka Shiki — the fellow who attempted to “reform” hokku into what he
called “haiku” near the beginning of the 20th century — wrote a lot of bad
verses, ...
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