I was convinced that such short poems were in their form and spirit and evocative power especially suited for the German language. I knew already several translations into German, but none of them attempted to retain the seventeen syllable and I knew of no haiku written in German. Before the blooming tree's Cloud of beauty is even Love wordless. Under the tearful autumn sky - Fate of mankind. You, small firefly, alone, see my tears for the beloved.
Storm thrashes on the roof freezing rain hits the window without a sound day wakes.
For days the finch calls in a bare cherry tree-suddenly he stands midst flowers. Only like a drop the pond before the house seems to me since I saw the sea. Nebel leere Nester. Graves in fog empty nests. The swallows circle in the south.