The sea darkens.
The voices of the wild ducks
turn white.
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Winter seclusion:
once again I lean
against this post.
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Issa
Cherry blossoms in evening.
Ah well, today also
belongs to the past.
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The older we get,
the more easily tears come
on a long day.
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these poems are not Haikus..
they are poems written by Izumi Shikibu
They will be included in our discussion
Shikibu
near nonexistent
I would have you beside me
now if only once
to have the memory live
as I go off from the world
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Which should not exist in this world,
the one who forgets,
or the one who is forgotten?
Which is better,
to love one who has died,
or not to see each other when you are alive?
Which is better,
the distant lover you long for
or the one you see daily without desire?
Which is the least unreliable
among fickle things--
the swift rapids,
a flowing river,
or this human world?
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