After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa
New Year’ s morning —
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
A huge frog and I
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.
This moth saw brightness
in a woman’ s chamber —
burned to a crisp.
New Year’ s morning —
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
A huge frog and I
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.
This moth saw brightness
in a woman’ s chamber —
burned to a crisp.