Yosa Buson

(1716 - 1784 / Osaka / Japan)

Elegy To The Old Man Hokuju - Poem by Yosa Buson

You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?

Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander.
Around the hill, why is it such a sadness?

Dandelions yellow and shepherds-purse blooming white --
not anyone to look at them.

I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently.
Once a friend was there across the river, living.

Ghostly smoke rises and fades away with a west wind
strong in fields of small bamboo grasses and reedy fields.
Nowhere to leave for.

Once a friend was there across the river, living, but today
not even a bird sings a song.

You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
thousand pieces.
Why is it so far away?

In my grass hut by the Amida image I light no candle,
offer no flowers, and only sit here alone.
This evening, how invaluable it is.

Priest Buson
with a thousand bowings

Form: Haiku


Comments about Elegy To The Old Man Hokuju by Yosa Buson

  • Gold Star - 36,016 Points Fabrizio Frosini (6/24/2015 10:39:00 AM)

    a great poem: beautiful 'incipit' and a nice 'bowing' finale :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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