***
Though I think
Not to think about it any more,
I do think about it,
And wet my sleeves
Thinking about it.
Daigu Ryokan (Japan, 1758-1831)
***
In his company
I even see a price tag
dangling from the moon.
Jeanine Hoedemakers (Dutch)
***
Better than to say things like a wise man, it seems,
is to drink sake, get drunk, and weep.
Otomo-no-Tabito (Japan, 665-731)
***
Taking a rest
I let the city noises
leak out of my ears
Jane Reichhold (USA)
***
Swifter than hail
Lighter than a feather,
A vague sorrow
Crossed my mind.
Yosano Akiko (Japan, 1878-1942)
***
Today I am a man.
Tomorrow I will return
to the seventh grade.
David M. Bader (USA)
***
Reading haiku
I am unhappy,
longing for the Nameless.
Allen Ginsberg (USA, 1926-1997)
***
Your last word
hangs in the air
a helium balloon floating
too high to catch
Joanna Ashwell (UK)
***
Another year
has past – the world
is no different.
Allen Ginsberg (USA, 1926-1997)
***
No thoughts for a sec
between silence and me
room for nothing
Jeanine Hoedemakers (Dutch)
***
Monet? Van Gogh? Feh.
Pisarro – a mensch! Did you
know he was Jewish?
David M. Bader (USA)
***
"Life should be so dramatic!" you declare —
for me a dramatic
supporting role.
Machi Tawara (Japan)
***
If a rich man
is what you mean to be
forget the autumn evening too.
Takarai Kikaku (Japan, 1661-1707)
***
The way she looks at him.
In the emptiness of her gaze
he can be anything.
Jeanine Hoedemakers (Dutch)
***
I have lost my way
In a strange town at night, –
A sky of old cold stars.
Richard Wright (USA, 1908-1960)
© Vysokov Andrey
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