Haiku & Assorted

 

Am I a man who dreamed of being a butterfly,

or am I a butterfly dreaming myself to be a man?

 

Soshi

 

 

The world

Is after all as the butterfly,

However it may be.

 

Soin

 

 

Sometimes as I drift idly on Walden Pond I cease to live and begin to be.

 

Thoreau

 

 

The skylark

Hides itself

In the expanse of blue sky.

 

Rikuto

 

 

Thin frog

Don’t be beat,

Issa is here!

 

Issa

 

O, butterfly,

What are you dreaming there,

Fanning your wings?

 

Chiyo-ni

 

I will ask,

Considering the haikai of China,

This fluttering butterfly.

 

— Basho

 

 

 

 

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