Selected Hai-Ku Writing shit about new snow for the rich, is not art. Here are some short poems formally called Hai-ku . The sound of water. In the cicada's cry There's no sign that can foretell How soon it must die.
Clouds come from time to time - and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.
A bath when you're born, a bath when you die. This world of dew, Is only a world of dew and yet- Clime Mountain Fuji, O snail, But slowly, slowly. The emperor's bed, Scent of burnt mosquitos And erotic whispers. The moment two bubbles are united, they both vanish. A lotus blooms.