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/>"Santoka" by R. H. Blyth, in <i>A History of Haiku</i>. Tokyo: The
Hokuseido Press, 1964. Volume 2: From Issa to the Present. pp.
173-88.</span
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<b
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><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ushiro-sugata no shigurete yuku ka<br />
My back view as I go, / Wetted with the winter rain? (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Itsumademo tabi wo suru koto no tsume wo kiru<br />
Up to the very end, it is journeying, / And cutting our (toe-) nails. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Furusato wa tokushite ki no me <br />
My native place / Far away: / The buds on the trees. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Tetsubachi no naka e mo arare<br />
Into the iron bowl also, / Hailstones. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kasa e pottori tsubaki datta<br />
Plop on my kasa / The flower of the camellia! (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Itadaite tarife hitori no hashi wo oku <br />
I have gratefully received it; / It was enough; / I lay down my
chopsticks. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shizukana michi to nari dokudami no me<br />
The road became quiet and solitary; / Dokudami is budding. (Tr. by
R. H. Blyth)<br />
*The dokudami, also called shibuki, is a small, ill-smelling weed
with a four-petalled white flower that blooms in summer.
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Karasu naite watashi mo hitori<br />
A crow is cawing; / I also am by myself. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wake-itte mo wake-itte mo aoi yama <br />
Going further into them, / And further into them, / Still more
green mountains. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shitodo ni nurete kore wa michishirube no ishi <br />
This is the stone, / Drenched with rain, / That marks the way.
(Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hito no tame ni shigurete hotoke sama <br />
Rained upon / For all our sakes, / Hotoke Sama. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ko-no-ha chiru aruki-tsumeru<br />
Leaves of the trees fall; / Walking on and on. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sei-shi no naka no yuki furi-shikiru<br />
The snow of life and death / Falls incessantly. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Fumi-wakeru hagi yo susuki yo <br />
Walking through / The bush clover, the pampas grass, / Walking on
through them. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hyo-hyo to shite mizu wo ajiwau <br />
Buoyantly we go / Like the wind, / Tasting water. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hitori de ka ni kuwarete iru<br />
I am bitten by mosquitoes, / Quite alone. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kasa ni tombo wo tomarasete aruku <br />
I walk along, / Letting the dragon-fly / Perch on my kasa. (Tr. by
R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shigururu ya shinanaide iru <br />
Cold winter rain; / I am still alive. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Do shiyo mo nai watashi ga aruite oru<br />
I am walking; / It cannot be otherwise. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kare-kitta kawa wo wataru<br />
Crossing over / A dried up river. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sukkari karete mame to natte iru<br />
Quite withered up, / It is just beans. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sutekirenai nimotsu no omosa mae ushiro <br />
I can't throw it away, / But how heavy my pack, / Before and
behind! (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ano kumo ga otoshita ame ni nurete iru<br />
I am wet / By the rain / From that cloud. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Aki to natta zasso ni suwaru <br />
The grasses / That have become autumn,-- / Sitting down in them.
(Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hoi konna ni yaburete kusa no mi <br />
Seeds of grasses; / My monkish robe / Is so worn! (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Toshi toreba kokyo koishii tsukutsuku-boshi <br />
As I grow old, / I yearn for my native place: / Tsukutsukuboshi!
(Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mizuoto to issho ni sato e orite kita<br />
Together with the sound of the water, / I came down to my native
village. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
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<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shimi-jimi taberu meshi bakari no meshi de aru <br />
Intently / I eat my meal / Of boiled rice only. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mattaku kumo ga nai kasa wo nugi<br />
Not a single cloud in the sky; / I take off my kasa. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Amadare no oto mo toshi-totta<br />
The sound of the rain-drops also / Has grown older. (Tr. by R. H.
Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mono kou ie mo naku nari yama ni wa kumo<br />
No house more to beg from; / Clouds over the mountains. (Tr. by R.
H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kasa mo moridashita ka<br />
Has my kasa too / Begun to leak? (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ate mo naku fumiaruku kusa mina karetari <br />
The grasses I tread, / Uncertain and fickle, / Are all withered
away. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Yama-suso atataka na hi ni narabu haka sukoshi kana <br />
In the warm sunlight / At the foot of the hill, standing side by
side, / A few graves. (Tr. by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ichi-nichi mono iwazu umi ni mukaeba shio michite kinu<br />
I was silent all day: / Facing the sea, / The tide came up. (Tr.
by R. H. Blyth)</span
></b
>
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</blockquote>
<p>
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><b
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><br />
<img
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/>Abrams, James. Hail in the Begging Bowl: The Odyssey and Poetry of
Santoka. <br />
<i>Monumenta Nipponica</i>, Volume 32, No. 3. (Autumn, 1977), pp.
269-302.</span
></b
>
</p>
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<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/Abrams.doc"
>Text in full (DOC)</a
></span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka (1882-1940), from Bofu, Yamaguchi-ken. A confirmed
alcoholic, Taneda, is described by James Abrams as one of the last
of the “raucous itinerant monk[s]” who produced as much haiku as
he drank saké - which is to say, abundantly. His was a lifestyle
that “despite their inevitable mental and physical hardship has an
alluring sense of romanticism and nostalgia for the majority of
people burdened with the responsibilities of family and job.”
Although he Taneda sometimes described his wanderings less
optimistically, he has become a romantic figure of the happy
wandering monk, unburdened by life or monetary cares.<br />
One of his famous poems expresses “the pure delight of drinking.”
Horohoro is the mellowed happy-go-lucky drunken state, and
describes the drifting fall of leaves in autumn.</span
></b
>
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Horohoro yoppaute<br />
ki no ha chiru.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A soft whirling drunk<br />
a scattering of leaves.
</span></b
>
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<p>
<em><a name="oy" id="oy"></a> </em
><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
><strong>The Life and Zen Haiku Poetry of Santoka Taneda</strong>
<br />
by Sumita Oyama; tr. by William Scott Wilson<br />
Tuttle Publishing, 2021</font
>
</p>
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><b
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><img
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/><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/san.pdf"
>Text in full</a
></span
></b
></font
>
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
>>
<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/wil.pdf"
><strong>The Poems</strong></a
>
(Each poem is given in kanji, romanized Japanese and English)
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<font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
>Prologue<br />
Preface<br />
Introduction by William Scott Wilson<br />
CHAPTER 1: The House Where He Was Born<br />
CHAPTER 2: Renouncing the World and Becoming a Priest<br />
CHAPTER 3: The Mountains and Rivers of Kyushu<br />
CHAPTER 4: Light and Darkness at Kawatana<br />
CHAPTER 5: The Gochu-an at Ogori<br />
CHAPTER 6: To Hiraizumi<br />
CHAPTER 7: The Furai-kyo at Yuda<br />
CHAPTER 8: The Shikoku Pilgrim<br />
CHAPTER 9: The Isso-an at Matsuyama<br />
CHAPTER 10: An Easy Death<br />
APPENDIX: Diary of the One-Grass Hut<br />
Afterword by William Scott Wilson<br />
Bibliography</font
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="w"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1061"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>For All My Walking: Free-Verse Haiku of Taneda Santôka with
Excerpts from His Diaries, translated by Burton Watson. New York,
Columbia University Press, 2003, 118 pages,
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>[245 haiku]<br />
http://www.scribd.com/doc/49148265/For-All-My-Walking-Taneda-Santokapdf
<br />
<a
href="http://search.japantimes.co.jp/print/features/books2004/fb20040125dr.htm"
>http://search.japantimes.co.jp/print/features/books2004/fb20040125dr.htm</a
></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda2.html"
>Text of all 245 haiku</a
>
(With three calligraphies in Santôka's own hand)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="h"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1063"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Thistle brilliant morning : Shiki, Hekigodô, Santôka, Hôsai,
[translations from the Japanese William J. Higginson]. Byways Press,
England, 1973; From Here Press, Paterson, N.J. 1975. 20 p.</span
></b
>
</p>
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<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>further in yet / further in yet / green hills (Tr. by W. J.
Higginson)<br />
<br />
taking a leisurely pee / in lush sprouting grass (Tr. by W. J.
Higginson)<br />
<br />
tree leaves fall / walking on and on (Tr. by W. J. Higginson)<br />
<br />
on a rock the dragonfly / looks at midday dreams (Tr. by W. J.
Higginson)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
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><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
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id="_x0000_i1064"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda3.html"
>Mountain Tasting: Zen Haiku by Santoka Taneda</a
>, translated and introduced by John Stevens. New York & Tokyo,
Weatherhill, 1980, 130 pages,
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>[372 haiku], <b>White Pine Press, 2009, 200 pages</b></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda3.html"
>Introduction + 372 haiku</a
></span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka's life may seem tragic. Son of a womanizing father who
lost the family property through an unwise business venture; a
mother who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well when
he was eight; himself a university dropout; failed jobs;
alcoholism; a failed marriage; a series of nervous breakdowns; a
suicide attempt which failed when the train was just able to stop
in time. How could such a man have become one of Japan's
best-loved poets? And what, we wonder, could we ourselves possibly
have to learn from him? The answer to this last, in a word, is
everything.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka was pulled from the tracks and taken to a nearby Zen
temple. The head priest, Gian Mochizuki Osho, a shrewd and kindly
man, simply took him in without any reprimands or questions, and
offered to let him stay as long as he liked. Santoka had always
been interested in Buddhism, and after one year of Zen meditation,
chanting sutras, and working around the temple, at the age of
forty-two he was ordained a Zen priest. The Zen he was ultimately
to practice, however, though traditional, was unusual. It was the
Zen of solitary walking. The open road was to become his home and
his monastery.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>John Stevens has provided a truly interesting and moving account
of Santoka's life and work which will fill you in on the details.
Suffice to say here that Santoka's first walking pilgrimage
through Japan, begging as he went from village to village, began
in April 1926 and was to last for four years. During this trip to
Shikoku, he visited the 88 shrines and temples associated with the
Buddhist saint Kukai (774-835) to pray for the troubled spirit of
his departed mother.
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>There is a wonderful photograph of Santoka on page 30, which
shows him setting out on a similar pilgrimage in 1933. With his
straw sandals, white cotton pants, long robe, monk's staff, and
large woven straw hat, he looks an odd, if not laughable, figure.
Few would suspect they were looking at a person of incredible
courage, someone who had undertaken the most fearsome and
difficult task of all, the full acceptance and savoring of the
moment, despite what it may bring.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>All told, Santoka is said to have walked more than twenty-eight
thousand miles, starting out each morning penniless and with no
food, and not knowing where he would stay or even if he would find
lodging for the night. These were very hard miles, miles which
brought sun and rain, generosity and hostility, food and hunger,
smiles and scowls, health and illness, thirst and pure water,
loneliness and moments of companionship, grief and intense
happiness, but moments always lived with the thought that
everything should be welcomed, whether good or bad, just as he
himself was not judged but welcomed and taken in by the kindly
Gian.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The record of his various thoughts, feelings, perceptions, and of
the myriad sights and sounds he encountered on his walks of
self-discovery, will be found in his poems. The poems are
characterized by an absolute simplicity, an absolute honesty, a
total absence of artifice. In a world such as ours, brimming over
as it is with lies, disinformation, propaganda, and the totally
phony, Santoka's spontaneous utterances come to us like a pure,
cool, and refreshing breath of air. He is even, as Stevens points
out, honest about his failure to solve what for him was the
ultimate Koan - sake.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>After his very fine 29-page Introduction, Stevens has given us
372 of Santoka's free-style haiku in excellent translations. Since
the poems are linguistically very simple, their literal meaning
carries over easily into English. What is lost, however, as
Stevens points out, is the beautiful rhythm, assonance, and
onomatopoeia of many of the poems, and to offset this he has
thoughtfully provided, at the bottom of each page, the romanized
Japanese of the originals, a few of which are accompanied by his
notes. He has also provided a useful Selected Bibliography of both
Japanese and English sources at the end of the book.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Here, to give you a taste of Santoka, is Poem 18 as translated
and annotated by Stevens. A halftone of Santoka's striking brush
calligraphy of this poem has been used as frontispiece to the
book:</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Going deeper <br />
And still deeper - <br />
The green mountains.
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wake itte mo wake itte mo aoi yama [wa-ke it-te mo wa-ke it-te mo
a-o-i ya-ma]. This was written in early summer in the mountains of
Kumamoto Prefecture and is perhaps Santoka's best-known poem.
Deeper and deeper into the human heart without being able to
fathom its depth. . . ." (page 37).</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The human heart, yes, but also self, nature, time, reality, the
mystery of existence, and, ultimately, the world of Buddha, or,
for others, God.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka's great merit is that he returns us to a reality that is
also ours, though most of the time we choose to overlook it. I
can't even begin to do justice to him here - he's just too big.
But what can be said is that there is a depth and resonance to his
poems that will evoke a powerful response in all sensitive
readers. His love of the simple things in life, of nature, and of
all life-forms and living creatures, is infectious.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
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><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
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/>Santoka: Grass and Tree Cairn by Taneda Santôka. Translations by
Hiroaki Sato; illustrations by Stephen Addiss, Winchester, Va.: Red
Moon Press, 2002, xxii + 74 pages,
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>[230 haiku]<br /> </span
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><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
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></a
><br />
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>http://thehaikufoundation.org/diglib/santoka_grasscairn.pdf</a
></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p class="MsoNormal">
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In pine winds at dawn and dusk striking the bell<br />
Matsukaze ni akekure no kane tsuite
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I go in I go in still the blue mountains<br />
Wakeitte mo wakeitte mo aoi yama</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the midst of life and death the snow falls ceaselessly<br />
Seishi no naka no yuki furishikiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Burning heaven on my head I beg I walk<br />
Enten o itadaite koi aruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Alone being eaten up by mosquitoes<br />
Hitori de ka ni kuwareteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Letting the dragonfly stay on my hat I walk on<br />
Kasa ni tombo o tomarasete aruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The road being straight lonesome<br />
Massuguna michi de samishii</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wordlessly I put on today's straw sandals<br />
Damatte kyo no zori haku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Fluttering drunk leaves scatter<br />
Horohoro youte ki no ha chiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Winter shower I'm still not dead<br />
Shigururu ya shinanaideiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The shadow in the water I am a traveler<br />
Mizu ni kage aru tabibito de aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The snow falls falls as I watch the snow<br />
Yuki ga furu furu yuki miteoreba</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I've received enough to eat the rain starts<br />
Taberu dake wa itadaita ame to nari</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>It having survived I'm scratching my body<br />
Ikinokotta karada o kaiteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The mountain I'll never see again grows distant<br />
Mata miru koto mo nai yama ga touzakaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A shrike calls there's no place to dump my body<br />
Mozu naite mi no sute dokoro nashi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hopeless I keep walking<br />
Dou shiyou mo nai watashi ga aruiteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The Daikan Peak<br />
I go in and the sound of water<br />
Wakeireba mizu no oto</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I slip and fall the mountain hushed<br />
Subette koronde yama ga hissori</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Maimai's Residence<br />
Ceaselessly dropping these large leaves<br />
Shikirini ochiru ookii ha kana</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Completely withered they are now beans<br />
Sukkari karete mame to natteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>On my tired leg a dragonfly has lighted<br />
Tsukareta ashi e tombo tomatta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A withered mountain with enough water to drink<br />
Kareyama nomu hodo no mizu wa arite</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My monk's robe so torn grass seeds<br />
Houi konnani yaburete kusa no mi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>That cloud dropped the rain I'm getting wet in<br />
Ano kumo ga otoshita ame ni nureteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Autumn's come I sit in the weeds<br />
Aki to natta zassou ni suwaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Such delicious water overflowing<br />
Konnani umai mizu ga afureteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With the sound of water I've come down to a village<br />
Mizuoto to issho ni sato e oritekita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Absolutely no cloud I take off my hat<br />
Mattaku kumo ga nai kasa o nugi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Up to the graves in rows the waves rolling in<br />
Haka ga narande soko made nami ga oshiyosete</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Drunk I'd been asleep with the crickets<br />
Youte kourogi to neteita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sound of the rain dripping has also grown old<br />
Amadare no oto mo toshitotta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Holding out its branches a winter tree<br />
Eda o sashinobeteiru fuyuki</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No more houses to beg at above the mountain clouds<br />
Mono kou ie mo nakunari yama ni wa kumo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Or I stop begging and am looking at the mountain6<br />
Aruiwa kou koto o yamete yama o miteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Even my hat has started to leak I see<br />
Kasa mo moridashita ka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This frosty night's bed must be somewhere<br />
Shimoyo no nedoko ga dokoka ni aro</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Your back in the winter shower you go away I see<br />
Ushiro sugata no shigurete yukuka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Into my iron alms bowl too hail<br />
Teppatsu no naka e mo arare</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This the tooth that came out just like that<br />
Horori to nuketa ha de wa aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Cold clouds hurry<br />
Samui kumo ga isogu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My hometown's distant tree buds<br />
Furusato wa toukushite ki no me</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Thump on my hat was a camellia<br />
Kasa e pottori tsubaki datta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In autumn wind I pick up a stone<br />
Akikaze no ishi o hirou</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Along today's road dandelions have bloomed<br />
Kyou no michi no tampopo saita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Rain falls in my hometown walk barefoot<br />
Ame furu furusato wa hadashi de aruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>To the kitchen moonlight alone<br />
Kuriya made tsukikage no hitori de</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Morning glow rain falls I'll sow daikon<br />
Asayake ame furu daikon makou</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Dew in grass seeds, trying to calm down<br />
Kusa no mi no tsuyu no, ochitsukou to suru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>From the evening sky I accept one citron<br />
Yuuzora kara yuzu no hitotsu o morau</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The moon risen I'm waiting for nothing in particular<br />
Tsuki ga nobotte nani o matsu de mo naku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With this and that to eat one windy day<br />
Arekore taberu mono wa atte kaze no ichinichi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sound of water truly I've calmed down<br />
Mizuoto shinjitsu ochitsukimashita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sense that someone's coming the sky cloudy loquat blossoms<br />
Dare ka kisou na sora ga kumotteiru biwa no hana</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the snowy sky I pick the last one<br />
Yukizora no saigo no hitotsu o mogu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Gochu snow falls as a solitary man I make a fire<br />
Gochu yuki furu hitori to shite hi o taku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A warm day, still have things to eat<br />
Nukui hi no, mada taberu mono wa aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Through the moonlight's center I come back<br />
Tsukikage no mannaka o modoru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I'm in the quietness of snow falling on snow<br />
Yuki e yuki furu shizukesa ni oru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Snow falls one by one they go<br />
Yuki furu hitori hitori yuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Moonlit night, so your gift was rice<br />
Tsukiyo, temiyage wa kome dattaka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Camellias open there's a grave<br />
Tsubaki hiraite haka ga aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The noise a bird that's come to eat nuts in the morning
perhaps<br />
Oto wa asa kara ki no mi o tabeni kita tori ka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I pull and pull yet I pull the grass's attachment<br />
Nuite mo nuite mo kusa no shuuchaku o nuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today I pick bog rhubarb I eat bog rhubarb<br />
Kyou wa fuki o tsumi fuki o tabe</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sparrows dance yeah dandelions scatter yeah<br />
Suzume odoru ya tampopo chiru ya</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A butterfly from back to front fluttering<br />
Tefu tefu ura kara omote e hira hira</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today also all day no one came fireflies<br />
Kyou mo ichinichi dare mo konakatta hotaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Dragonfly trying to light on my stark naked body are you<br />
Suppadaka e tombo tomarou to suruka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Rustling stirring a non-chirping insect has come<br />
Kasari kosori oto sasete nakanu mushi ga kita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Pine winds cool a man eats a horse eats<br />
Matsukaze suzushiku hito mo tabe uma mo tabe</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Which is what everything's abloom<br />
Nani ga nani yara minna saiteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I walk and buttercups I sit and buttercups<br />
Arukeba kimpouge suwareba kimpouge</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With the drips from the young leaves the drips from my hat<br />
Wakaba no shizuku de kasa no shizuku de</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The temple's bamboo shoots have become bamboo<br />
O-tera no takenoko take ni natta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Alone I listen a woodpecker<br />
Hitori kiiteiru kitsutsuki</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I'm waiting the cherries are ripening<br />
Matteiru sakurambo ureteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the mountain's embrace I become naked<br />
Yama futokoro no hadaka to nari</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>On the mountain all day ants too are walking<br />
Yama no ichinichi ari mo aruiteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Clouds hurry and turn it into a good moon<br />
Kumo ga isoide yoi tsuki ni suru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Always alone and red dragonflies<br />
Itsumo hitori de akatombo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>It moved was a bagworm<br />
Ugoite minomushi datta yo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Grass grows thick that's a place for burning the dead<br />
Kusa shigeru soko wa shinin o yaku tokoro</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Morning dew sopping I go where I want<br />
Asatsuyu shittori ikitai hou e iku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Burning heaven with no place to hide the water flows toward me<br />
Enten kakusu tokoro naku mizu no nagarete kuru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The evening shower has washed the eggplants I pick 'em<br />
Yuudachi ga aratte itta nasu o mogu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Crickets there's just enough rice for tomorrow<br />
Kourogi yo asu no kome dake wa aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I reach figs their ripeness<br />
Te ga todoku ichijiku no urezama</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Memories the tides rise at the hometown ferry<br />
Omoide wa shio michitekuru furusato no watashiba</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I see the sun off beyond the mountains and eat my meal<br />
Yama no anata e o-hi-sama o miokuri gohan ni suru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Noon too quiet flies know the fly-swatter<br />
Hiru mo shizukana hae ga haetataki o shitteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The misery of no longer being able to get drunk the crickets
chirp<br />
Yoenakunatta mijimesa wa korogi ga naku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Was so good the evening shower the sounds of water here and
there<br />
Honni yokatta yuudachi no mizuoto ga soko koko</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Finally the mail came and now only ripe persimmons drop<br />
Yatto yuubin ga kite sorekara jukushi no ochiru dake</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Each time a fruit ripens and drops I pick it up<br />
Urete wa ochiru mi o hirou</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>After seeing someone off I return alone through the quagmire<br />
Hito o miokuri hitori de kaeru nukarumi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Moonlit night, I wash all the rice I have<br />
Tsukiyo, aru dake no kome o togu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sky's depth dead leaves sunk in the water<br />
Sora no fukasa wa ochiba shizundeiru mizu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With the moonlight from behind me I cross the water<br />
Ushiro kara tsuki no kage suru mizu o wataru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Broken with a snap bamboo among bamboo<br />
Pokiri to orete take ga take no naka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The moon goes behind it and there's the thicket's shadow<br />
Tsuki ga ura e mawareba yabukage</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This year too this its last night sleet starts<br />
Kotoshi mo kon'ya giri no mizore to natta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Here like this I place myself winter night<br />
Koko ni koushite watashi oiteiru fuyuyo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I get sick and a blue heron comes near<br />
Yameba aosagi ga sokora made</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I'm eating sake the mountain's withered<br />
Sake o tabeteiru yama wa kareteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The brightness of snow everywhere the quietness<br />
Yuki no akarusa ga ie ippai no shizukesa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Camellias fall the water flows<br />
Tsubaki no ochiru mizu no nagareru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I wake snow falls, not that I'm lonely<br />
Nezame yuki furu, sabishigaru dewa nai ga</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The owl in the owl's way I in my way can't sleep<br />
Fukurou wa fukurou de watashi wa watashi de nemurenai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The moon goes behind it still the tree shadow<br />
Tsuki ga ura e mawattemo kokage</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The bagworm too dripping spring has come yes<br />
Minomushi mo shizuku suru haru ga kita zo na</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Grasses and trees alive I'm back they luxuriate<br />
Kusa ya ki ya ikite modotte shigetteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ill alone a morning turns into evening green leaves<br />
Yamite hitori no asa ga yuube to nariyuku aoba</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The persimmon's young leaves glitter in the sky I'm yet not
dead<br />
Kaki no wakaba no kagayaku sora o shinazuni iru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Bees butterflies grasses so many blooming<br />
Hachi ga tefucho ga kusa ga nambo demo saite</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Always chained the dog has no choice but to bark<br />
Itsumo tsunagarete hoeru hoka nai inu desu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sprouting growing blooming happiness<br />
Haete nobite saiteiru koufuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Their shadows distinct the young leaves<br />
Kage mo hakkiri to wakaba</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Suddenly out of a hole a lizard is it<br />
Hyoito ana kara tokage ka yo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Peckers and pussies overflowing hot water<br />
Chimpoko mo ososo mo waite afureru yu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Alone hushed a bamboo shoot grows to become bamboo<br />
Hitori hissori takenoko take ni naru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A mountain peers from behind a mountain the rainy season's
over<br />
Yama kara yama ga nozoite tsuyubare</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With something to eat something to drink in the weeds rain<br />
Taberu mono wa atte you mono mo atte zassou no ame</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Under burning heaven an endless line of ants<br />
Enten no hate mo naku ari no gyouretsu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The spider spreads his net I affirm myself<br />
Kumo wa ami haru watashi wa watashi o kouteisuru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ready to die any moment grass blooms bears seeds<br />
Itsu de mo shineru kusa ga saitari minottari</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sun at its most intense one leaf falls<br />
Hizakari ochiru ha no ichimai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A cool wind passes so do bees so do dragonflies<br />
Kaze ga suzushiku fukinukeru node hachi mo tombo mo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Drink hometown's water bathe in the water<br />
Furusato no mizu o nomi mizu o abi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Make this the place to die grasses luxuriate luxuriate15<br />
Koko o shini basho to shite kusa no shigeri ni shigeri</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In an autumn wind, an angry praying mantis this<br />
Akikaze no, haratateteiru kamakiri de</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Burdened with a heavy load he's blind<br />
Omoni o oute mekura de aru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The road where we parted straight<br />
Wakaretekita michi ga massugu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wake from a nap whichever way I look mountains<br />
Hirune samete dochira o mite mo yama</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A good inn mountains everywhere and a sake store in front<br />
Yoi yado de dochira mo yama de mae wa sakaya de</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I sit and there's a wind autumn weeds<br />
Suwareba kaze ga aru aki no zassou</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I decide to sleep here grass seeds spill<br />
Koko de neru to suru kusa no mi no koboreru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Bush clover and pampas grass are today's road<br />
Hagi ga susuki ga kyou no michi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Leaves fall fall into my alms bowl too<br />
Ki no ha furu furu hachinoko e mo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I walk and grass seeds I sit and grass seeds<br />
Arukeba kusa no mi suwareba kusa no mi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Now, which way shall I go the wind blows<br />
Sate, dochira e iko kaze ga fuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>There's only this road spring snow falls<br />
Kono michi shika nai haru no yuki furu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Because the mountain's quiet I take off my hat<br />
Yama shizuka nareba kasa o nugu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The two or three left become ripe persimmons clouds come and
go<br />
Nokosareta futatsu mittsu ga jukushi to naru kumo no yukiki</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No one comes cayenne peppers turn red<br />
Dare mo konai tougarashi akou naru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I take ill and the pickled plums' red<br />
Yameba umeboshi no akasa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No matter how I think it's all the same I step on dead leaves and
walk on<br />
Nambo kangaete mo onnaji koto no ochiba fumi aruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I lie down I get up leaves fall<br />
Netari okitari ochiba suru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wide awake and feeling the moon right above<br />
Hokkari samete maue no tsuki o kanjiteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Withering grass I sit on its beauty<br />
Kareyuku kusa no utsukushisa ni suwaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I live withdrawn and a wren<br />
Hissori kuraseba misosazai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Dangling the snow falling on a bagworm<br />
Burari to sagatte yuki furu minomushi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Just as they are weeds sprout<br />
Aru ga mama zassou to shite me o fuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>From the mountain white flowers to my desk<br />
Yama kara shiroi hana o tsukue ni</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Into the sky young bamboo with no troubling thoughts<br />
Sora e wakatake no nayami mo nashi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Around me all grasses every one blooming<br />
Mi no mawari kusa darake minna saiteru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I roll on my back and there's the blue sky<br />
Korori nekorobeba aozora</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Seeking what I go through the wind<br />
Nani o motomeru kaze no naka yuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the depths of the green leaves the path still then a grave<br />
Aoba no oku e nao michi ga atte haka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The moon before you know it brightens and katydids<br />
Tsuki ga itsushika akarukunareba kirigirisu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Butterflies entangling in the shadow in the sun<br />
Tefutefu motsuretsutsu kagehinata</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Once you die, weeds rain falls<br />
Shindeshimaeba, zassou ame furu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Before death a cool breeze<br />
Shi o mae ni suzushii kaze</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Even while wind chimes tinkle death sneaks up<br />
Fuurin no naru sae shi no shinobiyoru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Have no thoughts to leave the evening's sweet potato leaves
aflutter<br />
Omoi oku koto wa nai yuube no imo no ha hirahira</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The wound healing turning autumnal the wind blows<br />
Kizu ga ieyuku aki meita kaze to natte kaze fuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I walk and cuckoos I hurry and cuckoos<br />
Arukeba kakkou isogeba kakkuu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Heart empty the rough waves rolling in rolling out<br />
Kokoro munashiku aranami no yosete wa kaeshi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Crouched on a dune today I still can't see Sado<br />
Sakyuu ni uzukumari kyou mo Sado wa mienai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Legs stretched toward the rough sea before and after the
journey<br />
Araumi e ashi nagedashite tabi no atosaki</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Having come this far I drink water and leave<br />
Koko made o koshi mizu nonde saru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A butterfly aflutter has gone over the roof tiles<br />
Tefutefu hirahira iraka o koeta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sobering a wind sadly blows through me<br />
Yoizame no kaze no kanashiku fukinukeru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My heart calms down and the sound of the water<br />
Kokoro ochitsukeba mizu no oto</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I follow the bright and dark sides of a wind<br />
Kaze no meian o tadoru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>From the moon flutters down a persimmon leaf<br />
Tsuki kara hirari to kaki no ha</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Waiting for what day by day dead leaves grow deep<br />
Nani o matsu hi ni hi ni ochiba fukounaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Drying up the water's clarity<br />
Karetekuru mizu no sumi yo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wash 'em and daikon grow even more white<br />
Araeba daikon iyoiyo shiroshi</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With a shadow too desultorily late night I'm eating<br />
Kage mo bosoboso yofuke no watashi ga tabeteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I know the footfalls stepping on the fallen leaves coming
closer<br />
Ochiba fumikuru sono ashioto wa shitteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>After all being alone's lonesome the withered grass19<br />
Yappari hitori wa samishii karekusa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Leaves fallen all the more intimate my neighbor's light<br />
Ochiba shite sarani shitashiku otonari no hi no</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Out of the wind caw caw crows<br />
Kaze no naka kara kaakaa karasu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The leaves fallen no more leaves to fall the sun<br />
Ha no ochite ochiru ha wa nai taiyou</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Snow falls I have things to eat snow falls<br />
Yuki furu taberu mono wa atte yuki furu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Moon's brightness I wonder where they're bombing<br />
Tsuki no akarusa wa doko o bakugeki shiteiru koto ka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Snow falling on snow battle is about to begin they say<br />
Yuki e yuki furu tatakai wa kore kara da to iu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The town's festive you've returned as bones have you<br />
Machi wa omatsuri o-hone to natte kaeraretaka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Horse too requisitioned grandpa grandma<br />
Uma mo mesarete ojiisan obasan</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Legs and arms left in China you are back to Japan<br />
Ashi wa te wa Shina ni nokoshite futatabi Nihon ni</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Wordlessly playing a single bird in the blossoms<br />
Damatte asubu tori no ichiwa ga hana no naka</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The spring wind's bagworm has taken a sudden peek<br />
Harukaze no minomushi hyoito nozoita</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Taking a sudden peek the bagworm doesn't cry<br />
Hyoito nozoite minomushi wa nakanai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The green of the grass I return barefoot<br />
Kusa no aosa yo hadashi de modoru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In rows bamboo shoots turning into bamboo<br />
Narande takenoko take ni naritsutsu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the wind I walk blaming myself<br />
Kaze no naka onore o semetsutsu aruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Winter shower all the rice I got cooked good<br />
Shigururu ya aru dake no gohan yo taketa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Death held tight the cayenne pepper scarlet<br />
Shi o hishi to tougarashi makka na</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Death's stillness is the clear sky a leafless tree<br />
Shi no shizukesa wa harete ha no nai ki</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>There in front of death I put the moon<br />
Soko ni tsuki o shi no mae ni oku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I open the window the spring filling the window<br />
Mado akete mado ippai no haru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Stillness, bamboo shoots have all turned into bamboo<br />
Shizukesa, takenoko minna take ni natta</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Living alone and green green is the grass<br />
Hitori sumeba aoao to shite kusa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A hop a single red frog<br />
Tonde ippiki akagaeru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Near my body water comes flowing<br />
Mi no chikaku mizu no nagarete kuru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>From somewhere clouds appear autumn clouds<br />
Doko kara tomo naku kumo ga detekite aki no kumo</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Autumn wind, whichever way I want to go as far as I can go<br />
Akikaze, ikitai hou e ikeru tokoro made</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Since I stopped coming across people the mountain butterflies<br />
Hito ni awanakunarite yori yama no tefutefu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With this body that can die any place spring wind<br />
Doko demo shineru karada de shumpuu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Balmy the butterfly is dead<br />
Uraura chou wa shindeiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Cherry blossoms at their peak a prison<br />
Sakura mankai ni shite keimusho</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Of the house where I was born no trace left fireflies<br />
Umareta ie wa atokata mo nai hotaru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Water's delicious frog croak<br />
Mizu no umasa o kawazu naku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Letting the moon as far as my bed I decide to sleep<br />
Nedoko made tsuki o ire neru koto ni suru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The darkness of the rice trusty I wash it<br />
Kome no kurosa mo tanomoshiku arau</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My bellybutton a pool of sweat<br />
Heso ga ase tameteiru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Walls crumbling from there vine grass<br />
Kabe ga kuzurete soko kara tsurugusa</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>That's a pre-death butterfly dance<br />
Sore wa shi no mae no tefutefu no mai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Autumn's end-turned-fly crawls about<br />
Aki mo owari no hae to nari haiaruku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Moon invisible moonlit water brimming<br />
Tsuki wa mienai tsukiakari no mizu manman</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Cawing a crow, flapping a crow, with no place to settle down<br />
Naite karasu no, tonde karasu no, ochitsuku tokoro ga nai</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sound of water today too alone I travel<br />
Mizuoto kyou mo hitori tabi yuku</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mountain's quietness the white flower<br />
Yama no shizukesa wa shiroi hana</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Can't calm down the futon heavy I sleep<br />
Ochitsukenai futon omotaku neru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Under burning heaven the railway track straight<br />
Enten no reeru massugu</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A crow flies away I'll cross the water<br />
Karasu tondeyuku mizu o wataro</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="c"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1067"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Walking Into the Wind: A Sweep of Poems by Santoka, versions of
Cid Corman
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(1924-2004)<b>. San Francisco, Cadmus Editions, 1990, 160 pages, </b
>[140 haiku]</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>where the walls are<br />
falling apart the<br />
vines the grass</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>men women<br />
and the shadows too<br />
dancing</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>the waves sound sometimes<br />
close and sometimes far away<br />
how much more of life</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<a name="n"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1068"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>GRASS TREE STUPA (SOMOKUTOH)<br />
Selected and translated by Takashi Nonin, Matsuyama University,
Matsuyama City, Ehime Prefecture, Japan</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>1.<br />
<b
>Pine trees<br />
With branches all drooping--<br />
Namu-kanzeon sutra.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Matsu wa mina/ eda tarete/ namu-kanzeon)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
2. <br />
<b
>Ringing the temple-bell<br />
To the sound of pine trees;<br />
Mornings and evenings.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Matsukaze ni/ ake kure no/ kane tsuite)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
3. <br />
<b
>Sweeping the yard for a change,<br />
Flowers in the hedge are in bloom.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Hisashiburini haku/ kakine no hana ga saita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
4. <br />
<b
>Getting further and further<br />
Into the mountains,<br />
But still deep blue mountains.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Wakeittemo/ wakeittemo/ aoi yama)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
5. <br />
<b
>Soaked and Soggy to the core,<br />
It's a milestone.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Shitodo ni nurete/ korewa michishirube no ishi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
6. <br />
<b
>Under the canopy of scorching heaven <br />
I walk and beg.
</b></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Enten wo itadaite/ koi aruku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
7. <br />
<b
>Lone crow is cawing;<br />
I'm alone too.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Karasu naite/ watashi mo hitori)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
8. <br />
<b
>In the midst of life and death<br />
Snow's falling thick and fast.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Shoji no naka no/ yuki furishikiru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
9.<br />
<b
>Leaves are falling;<br />
I walk and walk.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Konoha chiru/ aruki tsumeru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
10. <br />
<b
>All alone,<br />
Letting mosquitoes bite my flesh.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Hitoride/ ka ni kuwareteiru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>11. <br />
<b
>Stretching my legs<br />
To the light of a westering sun.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Nagedashite/ mada hi no aru ashi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
12. <br />
<b
>Walking with a dragonfly<br />
Resting on my sedge-hat.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasa ni tombo wo/ tomarasete/ aruku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
13.<br />
<b
>It's a straight road<br />
That makes me feel lonely.</b
>
</span>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(It's a lonely road that has no turning.)</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Massuguna michi de/ samishii)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
14.<br />
<b
>In silence<br />
I put on straw sandals for today.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Damatte/ kyo no waraji haku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
15.<br />
<b
>Late autumn rain's falling;<br />
I have yet to die.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Shigururu ya/ shinanai de iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
16.<br />
<b
>My shadow on the water,<br />
Traveler I am.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mizu ni kage aru/ tabibito de aru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
17.<br />
<b
>Late autumn rain's falling<br />
Into the mountain,<br />
Towards which I go on walking.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Shigururu ya/ shigururu yama e/ ayumi iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
18. <br />
<b
>Buds of trees,<br />
Buds of grasses,<br />
I keep on walking.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kinome/ kusanome/ aruki tsuzukeru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
19.<br />
<b
>I've survived--<br />
Scratching my body.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Iki nokotta karada/ kaite iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
20.<br />
<b
>Mountains I've left for good<br />
Are going out of sight.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mata miru koto mo nai yama ga/ toozakaru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>21. <br />
<b
>Crickets are chirping,<br />
Chirping to me all the time.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Koorogi ni/ nakarete bakari)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
22. <br />
<b
>Shrike is chirping;<br />
No place to throw away myself.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mozu maite/ mi no sutedokoro nashi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
23. <br />
<b
>Slipped, tumbled,<br />
Mountain is quiet and alone.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Subette koronde/ yama ga hissori)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
24.<br />
<b
>My tired legs--<br />
Dragonfly landed on one.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Tsukareta ashi e/ tombo tomatta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
25. <br />
<b
>Monk-robe<br />
Threadbare so--<br />
Grass seeds.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Houe/ konnani yaburete/ kusa no mi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
26.<br />
<b
>Behind the rocks,<br />
Sure enough, a fountain;<br />
Eureka!</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yuwa kage/ masashiku/ mizu ga waite iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
27. <br />
<b
>Those clouds threw a rain shower;<br />
I'm wet through.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ano kumo ga/ otoshita ane ni/ nurete iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
28. <br />
<b
>Autumn is come;<br />
Sitting on the weeds.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Aki to natta/ zasso ni suwaru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
29.<br />
<b
>Water so tasty,<br />
Flowing all over.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Konnani umai mizu ga/ afurete iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
30. <br />
<b
>Have come down to the village<br />
With the sound of water.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mizuoto to isshoni/ sato e orite kita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>31.<br />
<b
>No clouds whatsoe'er,<br />
I took off my sedge-hat.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mattaku kumo ga nai/ kasa wo nugi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
32. <br />
<b
>Drunk,<br />
Found myself sleeping with crickets.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Youte/ koorogi to/ nete itayo)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
33. <br />
<b
>Sound of raindrops,<br />
You're getting old, too.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Amadare no oto mo/ toshi totta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
34. <br />
<b
>No more doors to beg,<br />
Clouds o'er the mountains.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mono gou ie mo nakunari/ yama niwa kumo)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
35. <br />
--Reminiscence--</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My sedge-hat<br />
Getting leaky at last.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasa mo/ moridashita ka)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>36. <br />
--Self-ridicule--</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I'm leaving<br />
With my backside wet<br />
In late autumn rain.</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Note: Another self of Santoka's is watching himself from behind
with <br />
self-scorn. He is dual-eyed, before and hind, like a frog <br />
or a dragonfly.</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ushiro sugata no/ shigurete yuku ka)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>37.<br />
<b
>Into begging bowl of iron<br />
Down came the hailstones.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Teppachu no naka e mo arare)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
38. <br />
<b
>My native town<br />
Far, far away--<br />
Burgeoning trees.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Furusato wa/ tooku shite/ ki no me)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
39. <br />
<b
>Getting out of a nice bath<br />
Into lovely moonlight.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yoi yu kara/ yoi tsuki e deta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
40.<br />
<b
>Among budding trees<br />
Birds are now singing.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Haya mebuku ki de/ naite iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
41. <br />
<b
>Something fell on my sedge-hat--<br />
Camellia.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasa e pottori/ tsubaki datta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
42. <br />
<b
>Eating fully enough with thanks,<br />
I put down chopsticks;<br />
All alone.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Itadaite/ tarite hitori no/ hashi wo oku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
43. <br />
<b
>In autumn wind<br />
I pick up a pebble.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Akikaze no/ ishi wo hirou)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
44.<br />
<b
>Alongside today's road<br />
Dandelions in bloom.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kyo nomichi no/ tampopo saita)</span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>45.<br />
<b
>It's raining in my hometown;<br />
I'm walking barefoot.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ame furu furusato wa/ hadashi de aruku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
46. <br />
<b
>Having moved in and settled down,<br />
I'm surrounded by flowers of the opposite shore/<br />
flowers of the autumnal equinox.</b
>*</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>*opposite shore (Higan)--Buddhistic term.<br />
autumnal equinox (Higan/Shuubun-no-hi)--day on the calendar.</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Utsuri kite/ o-higanbana no/ hana zakari)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
47. <br />
<b
>Glory of the morning sky<br />
Heralds the coming of rain;<br />
Must sow the seeds of radish.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Asayake/ ame furu/ daikon makou)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
48.
<b
><br />
Out of the evening sky<br />
I pick and pluck a yuzu-citrus.*</b
></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>*Yuzu--yellow, sour and fragrant citrus resembling a lemon, not
oval <br />
but round and softer. It is symbolic of Japan's winter. <br />
Yuzu-trees, together with persimmon-trees, are seen in the yards
of <br />
rural houses--typical scenery of Japan's countryside just as the
<br />
apple tree is to the West. On the day of winter solstice, it is
the<br />
custom with the Japanese to enjoy yuzu-bath (Yuzu-yu) either in
the <br />
household or in public bathhouses (Sentoh). Urban dwellers can
get<br />
yuzu at stores. Yuzu is also used as healthy natural vinegar. A
<br />
good subject (season-word) for Haiku. Lots of Haikuists like to
<br />
compose yuzu-ku around this season. (T. Nonin)
</span>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yuuzora kara/ yuzu no hitotsu wo morau)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
49. <br />
<b
>Tea-blossoms keep falling--<br />
Let them fall as they do.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Cha-no-hana no/ chiru bakari/ chirashite oku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
50. <br />
<b
>Winter is come;<br />
Sticks of wood,<br />
Sticks of bamboo.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Fuyu ga kiteiru/ kigire/ takegire)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
51. <br />
<b
>The moon has risen;<br />
I'm awaiting nobody and nothing.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Tsuki ga nobotte/ nani wo matsu deno naku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
52. <br />
<b
>There's something to eat,<br />
This and that--<br />
Windy all day.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Are kore/ taberumo wa atte/ kaze no ichinichi)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
53. <br />
<b
>Sound of water--<br />
I'm truly settled down and relaxed.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mizuoto/ shinjitsu/ ochitsuki mashita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
54. <br />
<b
>Falling leaves--<br />
Far beyond,<br />
I see Buddha.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ochiba furu oku fukaku/ mi-hotoke wo miru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
55. <br />
<b
>Snow is falling<br />
All around Gochu hermitage;<br />
I build a fire as a lonely self.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Gochu yuki furu/ hitori to shite/ hi wo taku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
56. <br />
<b
>Warm day,<br />
I have something more to eat.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Nukui hi no/ mada taberumono wa aru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
57. <br />
<b
>Snow's falling on snow,<br />
I'm in quietude.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yuki e yuki furu/ shizukesa ni oru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
58.<br />
<b
>Moonlit night,<br />
He came with a handout gift;<br />
I found 'twas rice.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(tsukiyo/ temiyage wa/ kome datta-ka)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
59. <br />
<b
>Camellias are in bloom;<br />
There are tombstones.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Tsubaki hiraite/ haka ga aru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
60.<br />
<b
>A tiny vase,<br />
A twig of camellia in it.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ichirin-zashi no/ tsubaki ichirin)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
61. <br />
<b
>What's that sound--<br />
Must be a bird<br />
Eating berries since morning.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Oto wa/ asa kara kinomi wo tabe ni kita tori ka)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
62. <br />
<b
>Uprooted many a time,<br />
Diehard is the weed;<br />
I pull out its tenacity.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Nuitemo/ nuitemo/ kusa no shuuchaku wo nuku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
63. <br />
<b
>Today I picked butterburrs,<br />
Ate butterburrs.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kyo wa/ fuki wo tsumi/ fuki wo tabe)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
64.<br />
<b
>Sparrows dance,<br />
Dandelions fall.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Suzume odoru ya/ tanpopo chiru ya)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
65. <br />
<b
>Morn is about to dawn,<br />
Windows just opened--<br />
Fresh young leaves.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mou ake souna/ mado akete/ aoba)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
66. <br />
<b
>Long hair...<br />
Gray.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Nagai ke ga/ shiraga)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
67.<br />
<b
>I'm true and obedient to my mind;<br />
Rice has just been cooked well.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(kokoro sunaoni/ gohan ga fuita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
68.<br />
<b
>It's good after all<br />
To be all by myself--<br />
Weeds.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yappari/ hitori ga yoroshii/ zasso)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
69. <br />
<b
>Whole day long<br />
No one has come today--<br />
Firelies.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kyo mo ichinichi/ dare mo konakatta/ houtaru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
70. <br />
<b
>Stark naked I am,<br />
Dragonfly trying to land on me.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Suppadaka e/ tombo tomarou to suru ka)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
71. <br />
<b
>Making a rustling sound,<br />
Mute insect has come.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasari kosori/ oto sasete/ nakanu mushi ga kita)</span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>72. <br />
<b
>Wind through the pines;<br />
Cool--<br />
People eat, horses eat.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(matsukaze suzushiku/ hito mo tabe/ uma mo tabe)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
73. <br />
<b
>All day long, today<br />
I have walked in the wind.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kyo mo ichinichi/ Kaze wo aruite kita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
74. <br />
<b
>What's this? What's that?<br />
Everything is blooming.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Nani ga nani yara/ minna saite iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
75. <br />
<b
>When I walk, I see buttercups;<br />
When I sit, I see buttercups.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Arukeba kinpohge/ suwareba kinpohge)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
76.<br />
<b
>Thistles--<br />
Bright in the morning<br />
After the rain.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Azami azayakana/ asa no ame agari)
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
77. <br />
<b
>Hanging down my head,<br />
I see nothing but pebbles.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Utsumuite/ ishikoro bakari)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
78. <br />
<b
>Drippings from young leaves,<br />
Drippings from my bamboo-hat.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Wakaba no shizuku de/ kasa no shizuku de)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
79. <br />
<b
>Come on, fireflies, come on;<br />
I've come to my native town.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Houtaru koi koi/ furusato ni kita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
80. <br />
<b
>Bamboo sprouts of the temple<br />
Have grown into bamboos.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Otera no takenoko/ take ni natta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
81. <br />
<b
>Wind through the pines,<br />
Shadows of the pines;<br />
I'm lying down in the shade.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Matsukaze matsukage/ nekoronde)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
82. <br />
<b
>Day is breaking;<br />
I whet a sickle.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Akete kuru/ kama wo togu)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
83. <br />
<b
>I'm listening alone--<br />
Woodpecker.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Hitori kiite ite/ kitsutsuki)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
84.<br />
(The spa--)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Gushing out and overflowing:<br />
I immerse my body in it.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Waite afureru nakani/ neteiru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
85.<br />
<b
>I'm waiting;<br />
Cherries are ripe.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Matte iru/ sakuranbo urete iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
86. <br />
<b
>Nestling down in the mountain (spa),<br />
I doff my clothes.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yama futokoro no/ hadaka to nari)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
87. <br />
<b
>A whole day in the mountains;<br />
Ants are walking, too.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Yama no ichinichi/ ari mo aruite iru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
88. <br />
<b
>Clouds are sailing fast<br />
To make the moon look better.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kumo ga isoide/ yoi tsuki ni suru)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
89. <br />
<b
>I'm always alone,<br />
Red dragonfly.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Itsumo hitori de/ akatombo)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
90.<br />
<b
>I'm on travel;<br />
Until my monk's robe dries up,<br />
Wind comes from the weeds.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Tabi no houe ga/ kawaku made/ zasso no kaze)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
91. <br />
<b
>It wiggles;<br />
A bagworm.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Ugoite/ minomushi datta yo)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
92. <br />
<b
>Across the water<br />
Lights of the brothels<br />
Began to twinkle.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Mizu wo hedatete/ onagoya no hi ga/matataki dashita)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
93. <br />
<b
>The mountains<br />
Hazed and overlapped--<br />
My home town.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasunde Kasanatte/ yama ga furusato)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
94. <br />
<b
>In the spring breeze<br />
One begging-bowl is there.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Harukaze no/ hachinoko hitotsu)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
95. <br />
--Returning to my hermitage--</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I'm home after a long absence;<br />
Bamboo sprouts are shooting forth<br />
Everywhere.
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Hisabisa modoreba/takenoko nyoki nyoki)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
96. <br />
<b
>Soaked with rain and sweat,<br />
Plough-horse gets many a scolding.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Bisshori nurete/ shiro kaku uma wa/ shikararete bakari)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
97. <br />
<b
>Rain and shine--<br />
The fields have turned <br />
Into green paddies.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Haretari futtari/ aota ni natta)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
98. <br />
<b
>A thicket--<br />
That's the place <br />
Corpses are cremated.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(kusa shigeru/ soko wa shinin wo/ yaku tokoro)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
99. <br />
<b
>Wet with morning dew,<br />
I take a wayward course.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Asatsuyu shittori/ Ikitai hou e iku)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
100.<br />
<b
>Little cuckoos--<br />
I will go beyond<br />
That mountain morrow.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Hototogisu/ asu wa ano yama/ koete ikou)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
101. <br />
<b
>Doffing my bamboo-hat,<br />
I'm thoroughly wet.</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Kasa wo nugi/ shimizimi to nure)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>102.<br />
<b
>cockroach!<br />
your whiskers are long<br />
and so are mine</b
></span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(Aburamushi/ omae no hige mo/ nobite iru)</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="jg"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1069"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Jesse Glass<br />
My Santoka Translations
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<a
href="http://www.sendecki.com/ahadada/archives/2005/03/06/my_santoka_translations.php"
>http://www.sendecki.com/ahadada/archives/2005/03/06/my_santoka_translations.php</a
><br />
These are a few of my translations of the experimental, free-form
haiku of Santoka (1882</span
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>–1940). Santoka prac</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">ticed </span
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>“Walking Zen” and traveled Kyushu, Honshu, and</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">
Shikoku on foot as an itinerant monk begging enough money for a cup of
sake and a bowl of rice a day. Santoka</span
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>’s father was a womanizer and a spend-thrift</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">
and his mother killed herself on account of this. His memory of her
body being pulled from the well in which she drowned herself haunted
him all of his life.</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">* </span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This<br />
journey</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>without<br />
goal</span
></b
><b
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>–</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>weeping<br />
locust.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Between life<br />
death/snow</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>still falling.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Road<br />
no end<br />
loneliness.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>On my straw<br />
hat</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>dragonfly clings</span
></b
><b
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>–</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>keep walking.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In this<br />
blizzard</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>try to<br />
sleep,</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>not die.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Rain<br />
falling on</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>home<br />
country</span
></b
><b
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>–</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>walk barefoot/here.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Push<br />
apart</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>step<br />
thru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>push<br />
apart</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>step<br />
thru</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>blue-green<br />
mountain.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>These<br />
my hands</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>these<br />
my feet</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>warm inside</span
></b
><b
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>–</span
></b
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
sleep.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">*</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>All night<br />
long</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>dogs bark,<br />
I walk.</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The difficulty in finding an English equivalent to Santoka</span
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>’s highly compressed haiku</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">
is almost impossible. For instance, the famous </span
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;
"
>“Push apart/step thru” haiku above</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">
has a sonic element that is apparent to any native speaker of
Japanese. My students were kind enough to point it out to me one day
during discussion. There is the feeling of a work song to the poem,
which barely comes through in English.
</span>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="o"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1070"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>WEEDS, FALLING RAIN: a selection of Zen Haikai by Santoka
Taneda<br />
new versions by Okami<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/santoka.htm"
>http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/santoka.htm</a
></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Unpleasant days:<br />
days I don't walk, days without booze,<br />
haikuless days.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sake for flesh, haiku for soul:<br />
sake is the haiku of the flesh<br />
haiku is the sake of the soul.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Walking on and on -<br />
my only course.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>So this is what<br />
he calls his "tea grove" -<br />
one miserable bush!</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No water but that<br />
trickling from<br />
the farmer in the dry ricefield.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The thistles -<br />
fresh and sparkling<br />
after morning rain.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At the mountain-foot<br />
many graves resting<br />
in the warm sunlight.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This road straight -<br />
and empty of company.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Going deeper<br />
and still deeper<br />
into green mountains.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sunshine freshly<br />
reflecting from<br />
my freshly-shaven head.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Begging: I accept<br />
the burning sun.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>One pot is enough;<br />
I wash the rice.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shining brightly in the sunshine: <br />
my little bowl of rice.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Within life and death<br />
snow ceaselessly falls.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I have no home;<br />
autumn gets bleaker.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Worn and torn daily<br />
and falling in shreds:<br />
my cloak for travelling.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The giant camphor-tree:<br />
the dog and I<br />
completely soaked.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Nice road<br />
leading to a nice building:<br />
a crematorium.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Rain in my eyes:<br />
I can't read the signpost.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The sky at sunset -<br />
a little alcohol would taste so good.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The long night:<br />
made even longer<br />
by a barking dog.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The louse I've caught<br />
is warmer than I am!</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Nonchalantly pissing<br />
off the road<br />
soaking the young weeds.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Winter rain clouds -<br />
soldiers off to China<br />
to be blown to bits.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Marching together<br />
on the ground their feet<br />
will never pound again.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Leaving hands and feet<br />
behind in China:<br />
Japanese soldiers come home.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Will the municipality<br />
stage a banner day<br />
for those brought back as bones ?</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Baggage I can't throw off<br />
so heavy front and back.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the calm stillness<br />
after the rainstorm:<br />
flies.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Slowly but surely<br />
I adopt the vices<br />
of my dead father.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Sweat:<br />
collecting<br />
in my navel.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today's lunch:<br />
just water.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Breaking the dead branches<br />
thinking of nothing.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today again<br />
no letters.<br />
Only butterflies.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At last!<br />
The mail's arrived.<br />
Soon ripe fruit will fall.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The leaves fall.<br />
From now on<br />
water will taste better and better.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A little woozy,<br />
leaves fall one by one.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My begging-bowl<br />
accepts the falling leaves.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hailstones also<br />
drop into my begging-bowl.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>If I sell my rags<br />
and buy some alcohol -<br />
will there still be loneliness ?</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Twilight - the sound<br />
of a sad letter<br />
dropping into a postbox.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Goallessly<br />
I walk amongst tombstones.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Slowly, slowly<br />
falling apart:<br />
my final autumn.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I've become a real beggar now:<br />
one towel.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The few flies that remain<br />
find me familiar.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Pissing blood -<br />
how long will I be able<br />
to carry on ?</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Coughing, coughing -<br />
and nobody to slap my back.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No money, no possessions,<br />
no teeth -<br />
all alone.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My heart's exhausted -<br />
the mountains, the sea<br />
are too beautiful.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mountains I'll never see again<br />
fade in the distance.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>When I die:<br />
weeds,<br />
falling rain.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Some life remains:<br />
I scratch my belly...</span
></b
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<a name="k"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1071"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Santôka by Kametaro <br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>http://web.archive.org/web/20091027124627/http://www.geocities.com/meister_z/SANTOKA.htm<br />
<a href="http://www.cc.matsuyama-u.ac.jp/~kametaro/santoka1.html"
>http://www.cc.matsuyama-u.ac.jp/~kametaro/santoka1.html</a
></span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In all likelihood Santoka will be misunderstood by those who are
repelled by his way of life. his life and his work were extreme,
excessive. He was a confirmed drunkard but he was often cold
sober. He was a vagabond, a bum who begged at every door, but he
was rich in faith, thought, and sesitivity. His haiku are free in
style, free in wording, free of everything traditional, just as
his life was free of bondage to society and convention. He owed
everyone he knew, but he could offer more than he he owed. He was
haunted by misery, but he may have been the happiest man who ever
breathed: joy abided in his innermost self-joy of life and joy of
haiku.<br />
He went his way, looking the world in his face, without concern
for the future. One of his friends, Oyama Sumita, described his
life this way: "Santoka did not think of yesterday or of tomorrow,
but lived each today as it came on him. In Zen every single breath
is appreciated to the full. Santoka gave full justice to each
breath, each moment, each day, as if it was his last. Each step,
each movement, each haiku formed a consummate whole in his
life."</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>His legacy includes several collections of haiku and an
idiosyncratic diary called Gochuan, all of literary merit. In that
diary, on September 21, 1932, he wrote: "A tumble-down man enters
a tumble-down hut. Morning and evening, tranquility, insects, the
moon, persimmons, the flowers of the manjushage (an amaryllis)."
In perfect solitude he cooks his supper.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hitotsu areba<br />
koto taru nabeno<br />
kome o togu.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>One washes rice<br />
in a metal pot;<br />
only one pot, that's enough<br />
(for me).</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">or</span></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I wash rice<br />
in a metal pot;<br />
one pot's enough.<br />
<br />
or</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Washing rice<br />
in a metal pot;<br />
one pot's enough.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Colloquialisms mark his haiku. He used easy, plain language at
its best, never the literary, poetic diction of more ordinary
writers.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Korogi yo,<br />
asu no kome dake wa<br />
aru.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Oh cricket!<br />
there is enough rice, at least<br />
for tomorrow.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The following haiku in not grammatically correct Japanese.
Santoka often was careless about grammar. He seemed to want us to
read between the lines, and more often than not his grammatical
mistakes, a sign of his nonchalance, add charm to his work.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Anta to ko-shite kisha ga<br />
itta ri kitari suru<br />
kemuri.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In your company<br />
going this way and that . . .<br />
the smoke of train.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka was the pseudonym of Taneda Shoichi. He was born December
3,
<st1:metricconverter productid="1882, in" w:st="on"
>1882, in</st1:metricconverter
>
a village called Nishisaware in Yamaguchi Prefecture, westernmost
Honshu. His family was old and affluent. They owned a large estate
worked by many tenant farmers, and they lived in a huge sprawling
house. The neighbors called them the "Great Taneda."<br />
With his four brothers and sisters Shoichi lived a happy life
until he was eleven. Then their mother, distraught by her
husband's profiligacy, committed suicide by throwing herself in to
a well. The shock scarred his life. Forty years later he wote in
his diary: "Mother is not to blame. No one is to blame. If one has
to blame anybody, one has to blame everybody. It is the human
condition that must be blamed... Oh my mother! what a memory. If I
write an autobiography I have to began this way: 'The misfortunes
of my family commenced with the suicide of mother.""</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shoichi finished secondary school and in 1901 entered Waseda
University, but he left without graduating. In 1916 the ruin of
his family was completed when it went bankrupt. He had a job but
no interest in it; he escaped into drink and literature. Off and
on he went to Tokyo to study haiku under the master Ogihaara
Seiwensui; that ended when he moved to Kumamoto, on Kyusyu.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In 1924 he came close to suicide himself. Drunk, he stood in
front of a speeding streetcar and by only a hairbreadh escaped
death. A priest who was witness took him to a temple where he
plunged into Zen. After some years he left the temple, still
forlorn, and took to wandering aimlessly, making haiku and begging
alms, always haunted by longing for the carefree days of his
boyhood.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ame furu<br />
furu-sato wa<br />
hadashi de aruku.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The old home<br />
in the rain . . .<br />
I walk barefooted.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At last he came to Matsuyama, where haiku devotees built for him
at the foot of a mountain a small cottage named Isso-an, "The
Hermitage of the Lonely Blade of Grass." Here he lived until his
death in 1940.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>He kept his diary until almost the end. "My life has been a
continual waste," he wrote. "I pour sake. Out of it are born my
haiku."</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This haiku may be his masterpiece:</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Teppatsu no<br />
naka e mo<br />
arare.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Roughly;</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Into my begging bowl,<br />
i too,<br />
hailstones.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A single glance shows that it is defective in form, lacking five
syllables. But it is so full of implication that it makes up for
this formal defect. Its significance is strengthened by its
brevity. Chills run up my spine when I read it in Japanese
original. The haiku is alive, every word asserts its maximum. It
explains nothing, it is actual experience in the actual present.
It express eternity in a moment, the univerce in a particle; sound
and sight strangely mingle in its impact. This is the essence of
haiku.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>A few years ago I made a tentative translation of this haiku in
collaboration with the late Halord G. Henderson, Professor
Emieritus of Columbia University, a distinguished Japanologist and
epert on haiku. I remember clearly the lengthly correspondence
between New York and Matsuyama as we tried to clarify our ideas
about this haiku and archive a translation that would make it
understandable to American readers. It was painstaking work, even
though we had before us the passage in Santoka's diary in which he
tells how the haiku came to be written and what it means, or what
he meant it to mean.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>As background, we must know that in Japan and other Buddhist
contries, begging for alms in front of homes and businesses is
among the religeous duties imposed on priests and faithful
believers. During the coldest days of winter, mendicants go out on
kengyo, "cold weather austerities."</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Teppatsu means literally "iron bowl," though usually it is made
of brass; it is the kind of begging bowl used exclusively by
priests and monks, who hold it in the palms, close to the body,
extending it only when alms are offered.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Arare is here the season-words for winter; it refers to the small
hailstones of winter, as distinguished from the bigger ones that
usually fall in summer.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The monk is Santoka himself. With a linen bag to hold alms
hanging from his neck, his robes tattered, his body partly bared,
nearly barefoot, he chants a mantra as he strides along with mind
composed, shivering but resolute. Suddenly he and his begging bowl
are struck by hail.</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In his diary he wrote: " The hailstones as they hit, and the
coviction that the hail dashing upon me was a divine whip. These
points should have been expressed. This haiku should have
contained words to express 'hitting' or whipping."'</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Perhaps we need not to take Santoka's self-criticism too
seriously, since he never altered his haiku. But it does suggest
that it might be easier for the English-speaking reader to
appreciate this haiku if, as Professor Henderson suggested, it is
translated something like this;</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Striking<br />
my begging bowl too,<br />
hailstones ...</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(July 1980)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="sw"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="11"
id="_x0000_i1072"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>The Santoka versions by Scott Watson <br />
Published in Japan by Bookgirl Press / 3-13-16 Tsurugaya-higashi
Miyagino-ku, Sendai / 983-0826. Manufactured in Sendai, Japan by
Sasaki Printing & Publishing Co., Ltd. / 8-45 Nishimachi
Rokuchonome / Wakabayashi-ku, Sendai / 984-0011. ISBN: 4-915948-41-2
C0098. Cover and other illustrations by Ed Baker, Cover design by
P.B RAPHICS. 2005, 42 pages,
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">[104 haiku] </span>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Reviewed by an'ya<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="http://www.geocities.com/ana_vazic/reviews14.htm"
>http://www.geocities.com/ana_vazic/reviews14.htm<br /> </a
>These translations were firstly published in The Tohoku Gakuin
Review under the titles <i>Weeds We'd Wed</i> and
<i>A Life to Live: Santoka</i> (in 2000 and 2004.) Because Santoka
happens to be one of my personal favorites,) therefore having read
translations of his work by other people, I can say that I find
Scott Watson's approach altogether genuine genius. Albeit, his
translations are so “real/blunt”—just like Santoka's haiku; nothing
seems forced nor able to be put into a boring bottle here, starting
right off with Ed Baker's distinctive artwork gracing the front
cover (and throughout this publication) entitled The Santoka
versions by Scott Watson.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Scott seems to me, to be a translator with great resolution insofar
as it's obviously a result of his being a poet himself, plus his
indepth and profound study of Santoka's subjects, the combination of
which was bound to end in great insight; his slow but sure ascent
toward translations assume a more definite shape the nearer we
approach them. But let us examine more than just the translator
himself, let us look at what his translations present to readers
that perhaps others do not—for instance, the way that Santoka's
unshakable willpower often times seeps through:
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>forsaken <br />
still something <br />
in these legs
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>it's <br />
come <br />
to these <br />
tired legs <br />
to stop this dragonsly
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>slipping and falling <br />
mountain silence
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>getting just enough <br />
to eat: rain
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(*by begging that is) <br />
<br />
Only a few select people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth
so-to-speak, but anyone can strive to overcome trials by
perseverance and consistent actions. Fending off every ill-fated
moment life throws at them, guarding against all obstacles, Santoka,
through his closeness with nature and via Watson's translating,
makes this look easily doable:
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>no matter news is <br />
good or bad—spring snow
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>taking it easy, <br />
taking a piss-weeds <br />
bud all over <br />
<br />
no sake. <br />
drink in the moon <br />
<br />
certain days <br />
stop begging to take in <br />
the mountains <br />
<br />
Moreover, as Scott himself says of an old Frank Zappa lyric “you
gotta get into it before you get out of it; you gotta get out of it
before you get into it.” I can tell you, not only does he apply this
to his translations, but Scott commands readers to thoroughly get in
and out of Santoka's haiku—his English versions rendered as if they
themselves, were . . . Japanese.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>rock <br />
shadow <br />
water <br />
gushing <br />
sure <br />
as <br />
I live
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Milky Way middle night drunkard dancing
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>this <br />
robe <br />
this <br />
worn <br />
this <br />
weedy <br />
fruition
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(*the robe meaning a monk's garment)
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>autumn-sitting in weeds
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>It's truly unbelieveable to what degree men who are gifted with a
sense of humor, are living proof against the trapfalls of
unfortunate destiny; translations that capture laughter as an
undeniable argument against the ominous, and delightfully present
things that may be off-color to some—well, let me just say that not
many can resist this underlying influence, especially when presented
within excellent translation:
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>peckers <br />
and <br />
pussies <br />
a hot <br />
bath <br />
over-flowing
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>still alive a body for a body to scratch
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>naked <br />
conversation <br />
abounds
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>jazz noise won't <br />
get you there <br />
a sutra will
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In closing, I would say that it's but by the potence of personal
struggle and tenacity that the most witty and lasting popular repute
is thereby formed. Experience and famous poets tell us, in order to
be artistic (whether it be in the translations of someone's work or
in the work itself,) that we must embrace a touch of madness in all
that we do. If we don't possess such qualities, it would befit us to
cultivate them like Scott/Santako, thinking incessantly of them and
by studying the concepts which represent them. For that road on
which one wanders may not always lead you where you wanted to go,
but it's likely to take you to an even higher plateau. And per your
walks, you will become an accomplished traveller, (like Santoka)
which shall be due to the second-sight required to be able to attain
life's most simple goals. The Santoka! (imho) a must-own, must-read.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>straight ahead <br />
out-reaching loneliness <br />
road.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>if we walk: the cuckoo. <br />
if we hurry: the cuckoo.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>walking: <br />
buttercups <br />
sitting: <br />
buttercups
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>traveling <br />
endlessly <br />
clipping my nails
</span>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>grilling a fish<br />
even singeing a hand --<br />
single life</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>a weed. a-<br />
lone.<br />
all right.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<br />
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Bookreview by Jane Reichhold</span
></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
LYNX, A Journal for Linking Poets, XXI:1 February, 2006<br />
In 2000 and 2004, Scott Watson had two articles on his translations
of Santoka published in the Tohoku Gakuin Review under the titles
"Weeds We'd Wed" and "A Life to Live." What the readers will find in
this book, are these two journal pieces, without revision or
changes, along with the introductions. The cover of the book has an
ink wash calligraphy and illustration by Ed Baker.<br />
The first article "Weeds We'd Wed," begins with the story of how
Scott Watson discovered the work of Taneda Santoka, both in English
and then through Japanese friends in a poetry seminar. The
translation by Cid Corman which as Watson notes, "is more Corman
than Santoka" left him searching for versions that better compared
to his own. Those of John Stevens's work came under his scrutiny, as
well as the work published online by several sites and translators
(not named, but should have mentioned Hiroaki Sato). Watson's own
versions of the translations then appeared in the now discontinued
US haiku magazine Persimmons.<br />
The article continues with a brief biography of Santoka's life taken
from the Kodansha Encyclopedia of Japan. What the encyclopedia
avoids saying is that Santoka was an alcoholic who then drifted from
job down to lower job, was divorced, and ended up traveling around
as a mendicant Zen priest, begging from friends and writing travel
diaries.<br />
Watson then uses a page to describe and analyze Santoka's poetry and
ends with his relationship to Zen poetry. Watson uses a Zen approach
to translating the poems into a non form - giving them the number of
words or lines as the spirit moves him. Thus, he ends up with such
haiku:<br />
<br />
wind blows its way to<br />
sea. deep in night.<br />
alone</span
>
</p>
<p><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">or</span></p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>jazz noise won't<br />
get you where<br />
a sutra will<br />
<br />
Some of the poems have copious explanations of Japanese culture or
terminology in rambling streams of consciousness that may be helpful
to some readers.<br />
The second article begins with Watson's views on translating,
expressing his disregard for academic translators (though he earns
his living teaching and does translations). He makes the valid case
for poets doing translation so that the versions in the target
language come out as poetry (a concept with which I can agree), but
then slides off into worthless ruminations about whether Santoka
"actually wanted to be read in English." Due to an evident Santoka
boom in Japan, Watson chimes in on his psychological assessment of
the poet which results in Watson blaming Santoka's mother for his
genes (when Santoka's father was the drunkard who sold off the
family inheritance to support his addiction). None of this dims
Watson's admiration for the work of Santoka, who he places "as one
of the best haiku poets in twentieth century Japan, or anywhere else
in any other time frame." It seemed to me that Watson identifies
with Santoka which may or may not make his translations relevant.
There are 54 + 50 poems in this book.</span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1073"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Walking By My Self Again by Taneda Santoka, Versions by Scott
Watson, Sendai, Japan: Bookgirl Press, 2011, 68 pages
</span></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No one alive now has any idea how Santoka sounded in his physical
voice. No recordings exist.<br />
But, because Santoka's poems share with us a heightened sense of
life, we sense his words are<br />
coming from his own depths to do so. This is his heartvoice we
sense, this is the voice that<br />
activates a physical voice. It is his spirit voice, a voice of life,
and a voice of death. It is the voice<br />
of voice.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>over morning noises a long bridge spans (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>all day today too no one came fireflies (Tr. by Scott Watson)<br />
<br />
until my clothes dry / this grassy breeze (Tr. by Scott Watson)<br />
<br />
spider spins its web I affirm my self (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>drizzling. / undying. (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>no matter news is / good or bad / spring snow (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>with the crowd around / a dead body / a sky without clouds (Tr.
by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>air raid sirens / one after another / persimmons are red (Tr. by
Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>falling leaves / deep deep seeing / Buddha (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>as if someone is coming loquat leaf falling (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>wanting something to do grass blades stirring (Tr. by Scott
Watson)<br />
<br />
in a cool / pine wind / people / eating / horses / eating (Tr. by
Scott Watson)<br />
<br />
intimate / mountain / meadow / bush warbler / cries (Tr. by Scott
Watson)<br />
<br />
tip tap omes a bug with no buzz (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>long away / come back: bamboo / shoots shooting (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>waiting / cherries / ripening (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>whatever it all is it all is blossoming (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>walking: grasses in seed. / sitting: grasses in seed. (Tr. by
Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>there is only thisroad spring snow falling (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>after a rain a thistle clear morning (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>spring has come water sounds go where they do (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>neither waiting / nor not waiting / moonlight weeds (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>settled / down / persimmons / ripen / already (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>looking down all the small stones (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>spider makes its web I affirm my self (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>this day this far sandals come off (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>well now. / which way to go. / wind blowing. (Tr. by Scott
Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nothing to wait on: / the risen moon (Tr. by Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>air raid sirens / one after another / persimmons are red (Tr. by
Scott Watson)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1073"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>
Poet Santôka: A Little Big Book by Scott Watso</span
></b
><strong
><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
>n. S</font
></strong
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>endai, Japan by Sasaki Printing & Publishing Co., Ltd</span
></b
><strong
><font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
>., 2018. 141 p.
</font></strong
>
</p>
<blockquote>
<p>
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><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="32"
height="21"
id="_x0000_i1055"
src="./files/new.gif"
/><a
href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/santoka-scott-watson.pdf"
>Text in full</a
></span
></b
></font
>
</p>
<p>
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/santoka-new-jersey.pdf"
><strong>Santōka, New Jersey</strong></a
>
by Scott Watson<br />
Under Ground Press, 2022, 46 p.
</font>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="mw"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1074"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Santôka: A Translation with Photographic Images. Photographs by
Hakudô Inoue; book and cover design by Kazuya Takaoka; English text
by Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky. (PIE Books, Tokyo, 2006). 400
pages</span
></b
>,
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">[90 haiku] </span>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>"Santoka (born Taneda Shoichi) lived from 1882 until 1940. When he
was eleven his childhood was devastated by the suicide of his
mother, who drowned herself in the family well. His father, a
dissipated landowner, eventually went bankrupt. Probably already
alcoholic during his two college years, Santoka withdrew from Waseda
University, where he had studied literature, and went to work in his
father's ill-fated sake brewery. Subsequently he and his wife owned
a bookstore, but, a lifelong depressive, he was unable to
concentrate on the business, and it, too, failed. At the age of
forty-two he made a suicidal gesture by standing in front of an
oncoming streetcar. Taken to a zen monastery instead of a hospital
or police station, he became a priest, but, too restless for
cloistered life, set off on a series of walking trips during which
he covered hundreds of miles, begging for food and money, which he
used principally for cheap lodging and to buy sake. He had began
publishing haiku at thirty-one, and wrote actively during his
remaining years, often composing while he walked. His work is
considered 'modern,' in that his poems vary in length rather than
following the classical format of a seventeen syllable (onji) line
divided into three segments, ?ve-seven-?ve. He is also a modern poet
in his naturalism and his burden, despite his Buddhist faith, of
existential alienation and guilt. The book for which I served as
co-translator was conceived by its photographer, Mr. Hakudo Inoue,
who greatly admired Santoka's work. He spent years matching scenes
the poet might have encountered in his wanderings with his haiku.
The publisher hired Ms. Emiko Miyashita, a high-ranking member of
the Ten'i haiku group in Tokyo, to do the translation, and she in
turn asked me to take part. We worked by email, over a ?ve month
period, sending several reams of revisions back and forth. She would
give me the Japanese characters rendered into English letters
(romaji), as well as a literal translation into English, followed by
her ?rst pass at translation. I would then do a version, and we
would discuss problems and alternatives until we were satis?ed. In
all we worked on slightly more than a hundred haiku, of which about
eighty were used."<br />
Paul Watsky</span
><span style="color: windowtext"></span>
</p>
</blockquote>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>"Among the Japanese haiku poets most translated into English,
Santôka Taneda (1882-1940) is in third place, right after Bashô and
Issa. He seems an unlikely candidate for such high placement, for he
is on the fringes of early twentieth century Japanese haiku; he was
among the first to abandon syllable count and strict adherence to
seasonality. More to the point, he was a chronic drunk never far
from a state of depression, a shiftless wanderer, and apparently a
bit of a con man to boot. For these reasons Santôka has been an
embarrassment to the Japanese haiku establishment, a sort of funny
uncle who is best spoken of only softly. That makes the publication
of this volume in Japan something of a watershed. Of the 90 haiku
offered up several have not previously been published in
English."<br />
Book review by Charles Trumbull, Modern Haiku, Summer 2007</span
><span style="color: windowtext"> </span
><span
style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext"
><a href="http://www.modernhaiku.org/bookreviews/Santoka2007.html"
>http://www.modernhaiku.org/bookreviews/Santoka2007.html</a
></span
><span style="color: windowtext"></span>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>araeba daikon iyoiyo shiroshi <br />
washed / the daikon absolutely white (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>sakura sakura saku sakura chiru sakura<br />
cherry tree / cherry blossoms / cherry blossoms scatter / cherry
tree (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kokoro ochitsukeba mizu no oto <br />
as my mind calms down / the sound of water (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita
and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>fukurô wa fukurô de watashi wa watashi denemurenai <br />
the owl is the owl / whereas I am I and can't sleep (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>wakeittemo wakeittemo aoi yama <br />
passing through passing through yet still green mountains (Tr. by
Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>teppatsu no naka e mo arare <br />
into the begging bowl, too / a hailstone (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita
and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yoizame no hoshi ga matataite iru<br />
my hangover clears / the blinking stars (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita
and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yoi yu kara yoi tsuki e deta<br />
I emerge from a good hot spring / to the good moon (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shi no shizukesa wa harete ha no nai ki<br />
death's hush is the serene leafless tree (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita
and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nani ga nani yara minna saite iru<br />
which is which / everything's blooming (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nagori dariya karentoshite utsukushii<br />
the last dahlia / about to wither / and beautiful as it is (Tr. by
Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kyô mo ichinichi dare mo konakatta hôtaru <br />
today again all day long nobody has come / fireflies (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kusa no aosa yo hadashi de modoru<br />
the grass so green / I return barefoot (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kono michi shika nai haru no yuki furu <br />
this is the only path / spring snow falling (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>karasu naite watashi mo hitori <br />
a crow caws / I also am alone (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and Paul
Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>dô shiyô mo nai watashi ga aruite iru <br />
unworthy I am walking (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and Paul
Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>massugu na michi de samishii <br />
The road's so straight it's lonely (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>hirahira chô wa utaenai<br />
fluttery but a butterfly can't sing (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ochitsuite kaki mo urete kuru<br />
I'm composed / the persimmons are mellowing, too (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>anata o matte iru hi no yô moeru<br />
awaiting you / the fire burns well (Tr. by Emiko Miyashita and
Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>konnanimo yowatte shimatta ochiba fumu sae<br />
so badly weakened / even when I step on fallen leaves (Tr. by
Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kasari kosori otosasete nakanu mushi ga kita<br />
rustling rustling / a mute cricket has come (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yoi yado de dochira mo yama de mae wa sakaya de<br />
a good inn / mountains on both sides / and facing a sake shop (Tr.
by Emiko Miyashita and Paul Watsky)
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>itsumo hitori de akatonbo<br />
I'm used to being alone / the red dragonflies (Tr. by Emiko
Miyashita and Paul Watsky)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<a name="f"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1075"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Santôka's haiku translated by Gilles Fabre
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>> http://haikuspirit.org/santokaEN.html</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The path<br />
straight ahead<br />
solitude (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Silently<br />
I put on today's <br />
straw sandals (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today again<br />
soaken wet<br />
walking on a strange path (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today<br />
I pick buttercups<br />
I eat buttercups (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No inn for the night<br />
the moon<br />
shows the way (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Spring<br />
I walk holding my begging bowl<br />
up to where? (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Light-hearted<br />
I taste<br />
water (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My meal <br />
today<br />
water (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the water<br />
my reflection<br />
as a pilgrim (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In my begging bowl<br />
the glaring whiteness<br />
of rice (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>On my own<br />
attacked <br />
by mosquitos (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I slap flies<br />
I slap mosquitos<br />
I slap myself (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>With a dragonfly<br />
on my bamboo hat<br />
walking (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>On my tired feet<br />
a dragonfly<br />
has settled (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>From now on<br />
I won't wear any watch<br />
evening rain (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Autumn rain<br />
mountains more mountains<br />
mountains I don't know (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Just like this it rains<br />
I am soaken wet<br />
I walk (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Soaken wet<br />
the milestone<br />
showing the way (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I've just been given<br />
something to eat<br />
falling rain (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This body<br />
that has survived<br />
I am scratching it (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Far faraway<br />
birds fly over<br />
snowy mountains (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>My skull freshly shaved<br />
really reflects<br />
the sunlight (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Now that I don't meet<br />
anyone<br />
mountain butterflies (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the mountain all day long<br />
these ants too<br />
walk (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Some days sometimes<br />
I don't beg<br />
and gaze at the mountains (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Getting further<br />
from these mountains<br />
I'll never see again (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Not one cloud<br />
I take off<br />
my bamboo hat (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This cloud there<br />
let the rain down<br />
that soaked me (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Far <br />
from my home village<br />
budding trees (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Someone speaks with a voice<br />
like my father's<br />
sad while travelling (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At last some mail<br />
from now on<br />
ripe persimmons will fall (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Postman<br />
He brings me my mail<br />
eats a persimmon<br />
and then leaves (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Everything may be happy<br />
or sad<br />
grass grows (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Falling leaves<br />
they also fall<br />
in my begging bowl (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Under the quilt<br />
I sleep<br />
dreaming of my home village (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Now that no one comes anymore<br />
chillis <br />
have gone red (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Picking up a flower<br />
I don't know<br />
I offer it to Buddha (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Up to <br />
the rows of graves<br />
the waves break (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Today<br />
I am still alive<br />
I stretch my legs (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In public baths<br />
Naked<br />
the discussion gets<br />
heated (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Something's missing<br />
a tooth fell out<br />
I hurl it into the night (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At the foot of the mountain<br />
in the sun's heat<br />
in line five or six graves (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Heavy rain<br />
the postman<br />
comes from so far (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>This<br />
my face<br />
in the cold mirror? (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Making fun of me<br />
my figure seen from behind<br />
going away<br />
in the autumn rain? (Tr. by Gilles Fabre)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<a name="ss"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1076"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Taneda Santôka: A Selection of His Haiku, with Commentary by Sean
Somers, Simply Haiku: A Quarterly Journal of Japanese Short Form
Poetry, Summer 2007, vol 5 no 2<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>http://simplyhaiku.com/SHv5n2/features/Santoka.html</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>sukkari hagete hotei wa waraitsuzuketeiru<br />
the Hotei statue: / rubbed rather bald, but laughing still. (Tr.
by Sean Somers)<br />
<br />
yoi o-minori no sayasaya o-tsuki-sama<br />
A great harvest, / sighs, the moon content. (Tr. by Sean
Somers)<br />
<br />
nonbiri shito suru kusa no me darake<br />
Roadside, taking a piss, / soaking the scrub-grass. (Tr. by Sean
Somers)<br />
<br />
fuyu ame no ishidan o noboru santa maria<br />
Winter's rain, I scale the / slick stone steps . . . / Santa
Maria. (Tr. by Sean Somers)<br />
<br />
tsuki no akarusa wa doko o bakugeki shite iru koto ka<br />
The moon so luminous -- / and showing where / the bombs will fall?
(Tr. by Sean Somers)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ushiro-sugata no shigurete yuku ka<br />
From behind, going: shape soaked in winter-rain. (Tr. by Sean
Somers)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1077"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Stanford M. Forrester<br />
A bowl of rice: An Introduction to the Haiku of Taneda Santoka<br />
<i>Simply Haiku:</i> Autumn 2005, vol 3 no 3
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
http://www.simplyhaiku.com/SHv3n3/features/stanford_forrester-santoka.html
</span>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="wo"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1078"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Stephen Wolfe. A Wreath of Weeds--A Collection of 100 Poems by
Santoka, <i>Doshisha Studies in English</i>, (15), pp. 199-227,
1976<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="http://jairo.nii.ac.jp/db/detail-en?sid=0027/00021283"
>http://jairo.nii.ac.jp/db/detail-en?sid=0027/00021283</a
><br />
<a
href="http://doors.doshisha.ac.jp/webopac/bdyview.do?bodyid=BD00001538&elmid=Body&lfname=e01510.pdf"
>http://doors.doshisha.ac.jp/webopac/bdyview.do?bodyid=BD00001538&elmid=Body&lfname=e01510.pdf</a
><b
><br />
<br />
Windows : A selection of the free-form haiku Ozaki Hosai. Translated
with an introduction by Stephen Wolfe,
<i>Doshisha Studies in English</i>, (16), pp. 119-146, 1977<br /> </b
><a
href="http://doors.doshisha.ac.jp/webopac/bdyview.do?bodyid=BD00001544&elmid=Body&lfname=e01606.pdf"
>http://doors.doshisha.ac.jp/webopac/bdyview.do?bodyid=BD00001544&elmid=Body&lfname=e01606.pdf</a
></span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="dk"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1079"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Rain in the Wind: Four Stories. By Saiichi Maruya. Translated by
Dennis Keene. Tokyo; New York: Kodansha International, 1990, pp.
109-234. (Japan's modern writers)</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The 3rd story (Rain in the Wind) is about Taneda Santoka, with his
44 haiku translated.<br />
In the novella that gives the book its title, a college professor
finds in a volume of haiku clues to his deceased father's possible
encounter with an alcoholic itinerant poet [= Santoka] in pre-war
Japan.
</span>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya / shinanaide iru<br />
Rain in late autumn / managing not yet / to die (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya shigururu yama e ayumi iru<br />
Rain in late autumn / walking in the hills / with the autumn rain
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ushiro sugata no shigurete yuku ka<br />
Whose back going / into the autumn rain / fading (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya aru dake no gohan yô yaketa<br />
Rain in late autumn / all the rice I have / nicely cooked (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>asayu konkon afururu mannaka no watakushi<br />
<i>Dôgo Spa</i><br />
The morning bath / water swiftly overflows / me in it (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>massugu na michi de samishii<br />
On the dead / straight road / alone (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ame furu furusato wa hadashi de aruku<br />
Going barefoot / about my home village / as the rain falls (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>oto wa shigure ka<br />
The sound of autumn rain? (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>asa kara shigurete kaki no ha no utsukushisa wa <br />
Light rain since morning / the beauty of / the persimmon leaves
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigurete nurete matsu hito ga kita<br />
Wet in the rain / and the awaited / person comes (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>watashi hitori no kyô no owari no shigurete kita<br />
Today spent alone / and at its close / the rain comes on (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>tomete kurenai mura no shigure o aruku<br />
Walking through the rain of / the village where I have / no place
to stay (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya michi wa hitosuji<br />
The rain comes down / the road / makes one straight line (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ukon no tachibana no mi no shigururu ya <br />
Before the shrine the / mandarin tree its fruit / wet in the
autumn rain (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ôkusu mo watashi mo inu mo shiguretsutsu<br />
The great camphor tree / and me and the dog / soaked in the rain
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>matsu no otera shigure to natte tomarimasu<br />
Temple among pines as / rain comes on here I shall / spend the
night (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>hyôhyô to shite mizu o ajiwau<br />
Floating drifting / the wandering water / I taste (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>mizu oto to issho ni sato e kudarite kita<br />
With the sound of falling / water to the / village I came down
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ano kumo ga otoshita ame ni nurete iru<br />
Soaked in the / rain that cloud there / has let fall (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>mizu wo hedatete / onagoya no hi ga / matataki dashita<br />
Across the water the / lights in the house of women / lit once
more (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>chimpoko mo ososo mo waite afureru yu<br />
The Public Bath<br />
Cocks cunts all / boiling and the bath / water flows over (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>koko made o kishi mizu nonde saru<br />
Having got this far / I drink some water / then leave (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>karasu tonde yuku mizu o watarô<br />
I shall cross this / water the crow / flies over (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>asa hayaku shigururu hi o taite iru <br />
In the early morning / a cold rain falls / I light the fire (Tr.
by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya Y?binya-san tôku kite kureta<br />
Rain falling and / the postman has / travelled far for me (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>tsukiyo shigurete haru chikaku naru oto<br />
A moonlit night / falling rain the sound / of spring approaching
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigure kasa de otonari e mizu o morai ni <br />
Rain falling on my bamboo / hat I go next door / to get some water
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigurete kaki no ha no iyo-iyo utsukushiku<br />
Rain falling on the / persimmon its autumn leaves / finally
beautiful (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>otata shigurete suta suta isogu <br />
Caught by the rain / the woman with her load / hurries onwards
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ashiato o tadoriyuku <br />
It rains and I / follow after / the footprints (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nami oto shigurete harete<br />
The sound of waves / in the rain / in the sunlight (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>matsu no ki matsu no ki to shigurete iru<br />
Rain falling on / the pine tree and / the pine tree (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya inu to mukiatte iru<br />
In the falling rain / my way barred by / a dog (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>tsuki no akarusa wa doko o bakugeki shite iru koto ka<br />
Bright light of the moon / does it know where they / are bombing
tonight (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kogarashi no hi no maru futatsu futari mo dashite iru<br />
Beaten by the wind even / a house like this has given / both sons
as the signs show (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kataneba naranai daichi issei ni mebukô to suru<br />
We must win all / burgeoning together / through the great earth
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>futatabi wa fumamai tsuchi o fumishimete iku<br />
Marching firmly on the / earth their feet will / never tread again
(Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>aruku hoka nai aki no ame furitsunoru <br />
All I can do is / walk the autumn rain / falls furiously (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigurete nurete tabigoromo shibotte wa yuku<br />
Soaked through in the autumn / rain I wring out my / travel
garment and go on (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nakanaka shinenai higanbana saku<br />
Unable yet to die / flowers of the other shore / in bloom (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shi o hishi hishi to mizu no umasa kana<br />
Hurrying on to / death the water / tastes so good (Tr. by Dennis
Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigurete yama o mata yama o shiranai yama<br />
Rain falls on one then / another mountain / unknown mountains (Tr.
by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>karada nagedashite shigururu yama <br />
Striding out urging / my body onwards cold / rain falls on the
mountain (Tr. by Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigurete michi shirube sono ji ga yomenai<br />
In the cold rain / the signpost and I / cannot read it (Tr. by
Dennis Keene)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="sa"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1080"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Stephen Addiss <br />
Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems (with Fumiko and Akira
Yamamoto). Boston and London: Shambhala Publications, 2009, 208
pages
</span></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;
"
><img
border="0"
width="78"
height="450"
id="_x0000_i1081"
src="./files/santoka13.jpg"
/><br /> </span></b
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><u1:p></u1:p>enten hateshinaki kaze fuku<br />
Endless scorching sun- / the wind blows (Tr. by Stephen Addiss
with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
Comment by Addiss:<br />
Here the calligraphy seems more restrained and graceful than the
previous tanzaku, but the freedom of the brushwork is at least as
strong as before, if more subtle. The single column of words is
maintained within the center of the format as though the red paper
were itself the blazing sunlight, withering the calligraphy as
though it were Santoka's body in the heat.<br />
For example, the kana syllable <i>shi</i> is created with a single
thin verticle line in the center of the tanzaku, but when the
character kaze is written three graphs later, it opens the space as
it might cool the pores of a sweaty body.<br />
For some viewers, it may seem odd to see a Santoka poem, with its
simplicity of diction and plainness of speech, on a surface so
highly decorated with fluid patterns of cut squares of gold leaf.
However, the contrast may add to the effect of the calligraphy, just
as it gives extra impact to the words of the haiku.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yuki e yuki furu shizukesa ni oru <br />
Snow / falls on snow- / and remains silent (Tr. by Stephen Addiss
with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ishi ni tombo wa mahiru no yume miru<br />
Dragonfly on a rock- / absorbed in / a daydream (Tr. by Stephen
Addiss with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>hitori hissori takenoko take ni naru<br />
Alone, silently- / the bamboo shoot (Tr. by Stephen Addiss with
Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yama no shizukasa e shizuka naru ame <br />
To the mountain quietude / the quiet / rain (Tr. by Stephen Addiss
with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>amadare no oto mo toshi totta <br />
The sound / of the raindrops / also grown older (Tr. by Stephen
Addiss with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shigururu ya shinanaide iru<br />
Winter rain- / I am not dead yet (Tr. by Stephen Addiss with
Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kokoro tsukarete yama ga umi ga utsukushisugiru<br />
Tired heart- / mountains and ocean / too much beauty (Tr. by
Stephen Addiss with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shinde shimaeba zass</span
></b
><b
><span
style="
font-size: 10pt;
font-family: Verdana;
mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;
"
>ô</span
></b
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana">
ame furu<br />
When I finally die- / weeds / falling rain (Tr. by Stephen Addiss
with Fumiko and Akira Yamamoto)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1082"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Donald Keene<br />
Dawn to the West: Japanese Literature of the the Modern Era: Poetry,
Drama, Criticism (History of Japanese Literature - Volume 4), New
York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1984.
</span></b
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1083"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Hosai and Santoka<br />
In: Windows. A selection of the free-form haiku of Ozaki Hosai.
Translated with an introduction by Stephen Wolfe, February 11,
1977<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a
href="http://elib.doshisha.ac.jp/cgi-bin/retrieve/sr_bookview.cgi/U_CHARSET.utf-8/BD00001544/Body/e01606.pdf"
>http://elib.doshisha.ac.jp/cgi-bin/retrieve/sr_bookview.cgi/U_CHARSET.utf-8/BD00001544/Body/e01606.pdf</a
>
</span>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1084"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Hailstones: haiku by Taneda Santoka, by Lidia Rozmus (Evanston,
Ill.: Deep North Press, 2006), 7 x 9.5. Boxed, limited edition.
</span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>[33 haiku] <br />
http://www.brooksbookshaiku.com/LidiaRozmus/books/hailstones_review.htm</span
>
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<a href="http://longdream.wordpress.com/category/poetry/taneda-santoka/"
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>http://longdream.wordpress.com/category/poetry/taneda-santoka/
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>Taneda Santōka (1882-1940) was an early free-form haiku poet, a
contemporary of Ogiwara Seisensui and Ozaki Hōsai. His given name was
Taneda Shōichi (</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"
>種田正一</span
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>), but like most (if not all) Japanese haiku poets (</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"
>俳人</span
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>, haijin) he gave himself a haiku pseudonym (</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"
>俳号</span
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>, haigou). Santōka (</span
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>山頭火</span
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>) means “fire on the mountain.” I hope that you have enjoyed taking
this little walk with me and Santōka. But now I think it’s time to let
him walk the mountains alone, once again, with the insects. All poems
taken from the Gendai Haiku Association Database (</span
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"
>現代俳句協会</span
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>, Modern Haiku Association)</span
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>ふるさとの土の底から鉦たたき</span
>
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>From deep beneath<br />
my hometown soil<br />
a gong is struck</span
>
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>へそが汗ためてゐる</span
>
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>Sweat collects<br />
in my belly button</span
>
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>咳がやまない背中をたたく手がない</span
>
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>Can’t stop coughing<br />
No hand to tap me on the back</span
>
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>夕立が洗つていつた茄子をもぐ</span
>
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>Chewing on eggplant<br />
washed clean by rain</span
>
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>春の雪ふる女はまことうつくしい</span
>
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>Spring snowfall<br />
She is truly<br />
a beautiful woman</span
>
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>けふもいちにち誰も来なかつたほうたる</span
>
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>No one came by today, either,<br />
little firefly</span
>
</p>
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>月かげのまんなかをもどる</span
>
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>returning<br />
to the center<br />
of the moonlight</span
>
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>よい道がよい建物へ、焼場です</span
>
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>A pleasant road<br />
leads to a pleasant building,<br />
a crematorium</span
>
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>しぐるるや死なないでゐる</span
>
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>drizzling rain –<br />
I’m not dead yet</span
>
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>木の葉散る歩きつめる</span
>
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>Tree leaves fall<br />
Walking just to walk</span
>
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>まつすぐな道でさみしい</span
>
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>The road ahead<br />
is lonesome</span
>
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>あるけばかつこういそげばかつこう</span
>
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>walking,<br />
downhill<br />
running,<br />
downhill</span
>
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>この道しかない春の雪ふる</span
>
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>This is the only road<br />
Snowfall in spring</span
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>笠にとんぼをとまらせてあるく</span
>
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>A dragonfly<br />
on my straw hat,<br />
I walk on</span
>
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>ほうたるこいこいふるさとにきた</span
>
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>Firefly, come, come<br />
We’ve made it to my hometown</span
>
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>雨ふるふるふるさとははだしであるく</span
>
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>rain falls and falls<br />
walking barefoot<br />
through my hometown</span
>
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>ビルとビルとのすきまから見えて山の青さよ</span
>
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>In the cracks between the buildings<br />
I can see the blue of the mountains</span
>
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>ほととぎすあすはあの山こえて行かう</span
>
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>Cuckoo,<br />
tomorrow let’s climb<br />
over that mountain</span
>
</p>
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>ふくろふはふくろふでわたしはわたしでねむれない</span
>
</p>
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>The owl, being an owl,<br />
and I, being me,<br />
can’t sleep</span
>
</p>
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>どうしようもないわたしが歩いてゐる</span
>
</p>
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>Nothing else I can do<br />
I’ll just keep on walking</span
>
</p>
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>月が昇れりわがまへの花ひらくべし</span
>
</p>
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>The moon rises<br />
A flower blooming<br />
Before my eyes</span
>
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>もりもりもりあがる雲へ歩む</span
>
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>rising high high higher<br />
walking toward the clouds</span
>
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>つかれた脚へとんぼとまった</span
>
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>A dragonfly landed<br />
at my weary feet</span
>
</p>
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>雨だれの音も年とった</span
>
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>Even the sound<br />
of the rain<br />
has grown old</span
>
</p>
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>何を求める風の中ゆく</span
>
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>Whatever you wish for<br />
blows away in the wind</span
>
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>窓あけて窓いっぱいの春</span
>
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>Open the window<br />
and the window<br />
is filled with Spring</span
>
</p>
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>生死の中の雪ふりしきる</span
>
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>Snow falls endlessly<br />
between life and death</span
>
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>歩きつづける彼岸花咲きつづける</span
>
</p>
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>I keep on walking<br />
and the red spider lily<br />
keeps on blooming</span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
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/>J. Thomas Rimer. "The Poetry of Santoka (1882-1940)" <br />
in: <i>A Reader's Guide to Japanese Literature</i>, Kodansha
International, 1988, pp. 121-23.</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>In the following essay, Rimer discusses Santoka's life and
"laconic, deceptively simple" haiku poetry.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The reader who believes that art transcends its own times will
surely take solace and inspiration from the work of Taneda Santoka
(1882-1940), a remarkable Zen priest and poet of our century who
produced poetry as personal and profound as that of his illustrious
predecessor and spiritual mentor, Ryokan (1758-1831). Like Ryokan's
poetry, Santoka's work can best be understood as a record of his
quest for spiritual enlightenment, the kind of voyage that can be
undertaken in any era. Readers in our increasingly secular age may
first be drawn to Santoka out of a sense of nostalgia, but in
reading his poetry they will immediately come face to face with a
strong will and the personality of a man who, whatever his personal
weaknesses, appears quite unafraid to live on the very edge of
society, far from its received values and expectations. Santoka
explores, or re-explores, realms that are commonly believed no
longer to exist.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka (a pen name the translator John Stevens has rendered
"Burning Mountain Peak") began his life as an ordinary young man
with some interest in literature. His father was a local politician
who owned a certain amount of property. Santoka began writing haiku
in college, where he also slipped into a pattern of heavy drinking.
Married, then separated, he drifted from job to job until, after
what may have been a suicide attempt, he was sent to convalesce in a
Zen temple. This proved the turning point in his spiritual life, and
in 1925 he was officially ordained as a Zen priest. Santoka went
here and there begging for his sustenance, short trips turning into
longer pilgrimages. Sinking into drunkenness again, he was rescued
by friends, who found him a small cottage to use as a hermitage.
This served as a base for his walking trips, which took him through
many parts of Japan, begging, writing, drifting. Some of these trips
were undertaken in order to seek out certain traditional sites holy
to Buddhists in Japan, some without apparent destination. A number
of his poems were published during his lifetime, and indeed he
achieved a degree of fame. But worldly attention was apparently of
little interest. He once told a newspaper reporter, "I' m one of
society's warts."</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santoka's free-style haiku poetry, like his life, appears stripped
to the essentials.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>No path but this one-- <br />
I walk alone. <br />
(trans. John Stevens)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Walking into the wind, <br />
heaping abuse upon myself. <br />
(trans. James Abrams)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Walking, walking, he traveled on. Like his great poet predecessors,
stretching back through Basho to Saigyo and beyond, Santoka
perceived that movement, in and of itself, provided a sense of
elevated awareness that might in turn lead to some higher level
ofunderstanding.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Stretching out my feet; <br />
Some daylight still remains. <br />
(trans. John Stevens)</span
>
</p>
<p>
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>A steady autumn drizzle, <br />
one road, straight ahead. <br />
(trans. James Abrams)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Laconic, deceptively simple, these brief vignettes allow the reader
to penetrate special instants in the poet's journey, creating an
empathy of strong feeling between poet and reader.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>For all the timelessness of this spiritual landscape, Santoka is
quite able to record our own century when he feels the need.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>At the tobacco shop <br />
no cigarettes, <br />
a cold rain falls. <br />
(trans. James Abrams)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The deep, cool moon <br />
Appears between the buildings. <br />
(trans. John Stevens)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The moon, traditionally a Buddhist symbol for enlightenment,
remains; only the milieu has changed.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Haiku being as difficult as they are to render into English, it
sometimes helps to contrast translations of the same poem in order
to uncover layers of implicit meaning. Here, for example, is a
famous poem in which, by extension, walking may serve as a symbol
for the difficult, unending search for self-understanding.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Going deeper, <br />
And still deeper-- <br />
The green mountains. <br />
(trans. John Stevens)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>I push my way through, <br />
push my way through, <br />
green mountains <br />
(trans. James Abrams)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>There are few answers in Santoka's poetry, only signs of his
continuing search. Success, failure, and frustration are
courageously recorded.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Thinking of nothing, <br />
I walk among <br />
A forest of withered trees. <br />
(trans. John Stevens)</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Difficult as Santoka's life and art may be to describe, the reader
who examines these haiku with care and sympathy can experience
something of them both. The poems are so close to the heart of the
man that one seems a reflection of the other. The reader's interest
can begin with either.</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1086"
src="./files/ball.gif" /></span></b
><span class="style1"
><strong>Alexander M. Kabanoff</strong> (Александр Михайлович Кабанов
1952-2011) <br />
<em
><strong
>Taneda Santoka: the Last wandering Poet of Japan</strong
></em
>
<br />
Traditional and Modern in Japanese Literature and Language, Prague,
1994, pp. 38-44.
</span>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p>
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><span class="style5"
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><span class="style1"></span>Michael Hoffman</strong
><br />
Walking Zen <br />
<a
href="https://web.archive.org/web/20080229061357/http:/michaelhoffman.squarespace.com/"
>https://web.archive.org/web/20080229061357/http://michaelhoffman.squarespace.com/<br /> </a
>(This story first appeared in <em>The Common Review</em>,
Spring 2005 , under the title "Vagrant Haiku.")
</span></span
></span
></span
></span
>
</p>
<p class="style1">
"Talentless and incompetent as I am," wrote the vagrant poet Taneda
Santoka two months before his death in 1940, "there are two things I can
do, and two things only: walk with my own two feet; compose, compose my
poems."
</p>
<p class="style1">
In most significant lives there is a turning point, a decisive break
with the ordinary. In Santoka's life there were two. The first was his
mother's suicide when he was nine. The second was his own apparent
suicide attempt at age 42. Instead of death it brought him to a Zen
temple. Here his life proper may be said to begin.
</p>
<p class="style1">
"soppy with morning dew/ I go off/ in any direction I please"
</p>
<p class="style1">
If his poems seem simple at times almost to simplemindedness, we must
bear in mind the bitter life whose fruits they are. Few privations were
spared him. His unstable character afforded him no place in settled
society. Homeless, jobless, often friendless, he took to the road,
tramping, it has been calculated, some 28,000 miles over 14 years
through the Japanese backwoods, begging for his sustenance, sleeping in
flophouses, drinking to excess - and writing his snippets of poetry,
word-shards of ecstasy and despondency and, fitfully, what Buddhists
regard as the most precious of life's gifts, serene acceptance.
</p>
<p class="style1">"drizzly rain/ only one road/ to go by"</p>
<p class="style1">
He was born Taneda Shoichi (Santoka, meaning "mountaintop fire," was a
literary name adopted when he began writing haiku in university) in the
village of Sabaryo in southwestern Honshu in 1882. His father was a
wealthy landowner and prominent local politician whose compulsive
womanizing depleted the inherited family fortune and drove his wife to
despair. One day in 1892 the nine-year-old Shoichi was playing with
friends when a sudden commotion drew him to a well on the family
property. He arrived to find his mother's lifeless body being lifted out
of it.
</p>
<p class="style1">
From then on he seems at home nowhere and fit for nothing - except
poetry, for which he showed an early aptitude. He entered the literature
faculty of Tokyo's prestigious Waseda University in 1902, only to suffer
a nervous breakdown and leave without completing his first year. A
sake-brewing business he and his father set up in Sabaryo failed. An
arranged marriage in 1909 produced a son the following year, but broke
down at last in 1920, his unfitness for married life so plain in his own
eyes that he acceded to his wife's family's plea for a divorce.
</p>
<p class="style1">
"husband and wife quarreling/ night/ spiders dangle down"
</p>
<p class="style1">
It is an early poem (1917), restless but homey, the open road that
dominates his mature work nowhere in evidence. His first poems had begun
appearing in 1913 in Soun , Layered Cloud, a new magazine dedicated to a
new poetic form: free-verse haiku. He was, for a time, a member of its
editorial board. <br />
<br />
Then as now, poetry operated largely outside the economic sphere. In
1919, the year before his divorce, he went to Tokyo to look for paying
work. A part-time position with a cement company was followed by a
full-time job at a library. A second nervous breakdown put an end to it.
In 1923 the Great Kanto Earthquake struck, levelling his boarding-house
along with much of the rest of Tokyo. Penniless, he headed south to
Kumamoto on the island of Kyushu, to work in the picture-frame store his
ex-wife had opened there.
</p>
<p class="style1">
And now we come to the second great turning point in Santoka's life, the
near-death experience that snapped his precarious attachment to the
conventional world and showed him a new path: the liberating potential
of misery.
</p>
<p class="style1">
Was he bent on suicide, or was he too drunk to know what he was doing?
One night in December 1924 he planted himself on a Kumamoto railroad
track and, arms raised, stared down an oncoming trolley. The trolley
screeched to a halt, at which - according to one version of the story -
an exasperated passenger leapt off, collared the wretch, and dragged him
to a Zen temple for discipline.
</p>
<p class="style1">
What would his fate have been had he been handed over to the police
instead? The head priest of the Ho'on-ji Temple was one Mochizuki Gian.
Asking no questions, issuing no reproaches, he fed the overgrown waif
and told him he could stay as long as he liked. Under Gian's guidance
Santoka meditated, studied the Buddhist sutras and did odd jobs around
the temple. In 1925, aged 42, he was ordained a Zen priest. Now he
embarked upon vagrancy in earnest.
</p>
<p class="style1">
"What I forever aspire to," he wrote in his diary seven years later, "is
a mind calm and free from pressure, a realm of roundness, wholeness... I
have to walk, walk, walk until I get there."
</p>
<p class="style1">In other words:</p>
<p class="style1">"as muddy water flows/ it becomes clear"</p>
<p class="style1">
The rest of his life, at least its externals, is easily summarized: he
walked, begged, drank and wrote. Many of the poems are about walking,
begging, drinking and writing:
</p>
<p class="style1">"hurry down the road/ never look back"</p>
<p class="style1">"no help/ for the likes of me/ I go on walking"</p>
<p class="style1">
"get drunk/ you hear all sorts of voices/ winter rain"
</p>
<p class="style1">"Heaven/ doesn't kill me/ it makes me write poems"</p>
<p class="style1">"even in/ my iron begging bowl/ hailstones"</p>
<p class="style1">
"autumn wind/ for all my walking/ for all my walking"
</p>
<p class="style1">
That last was written in 1939, the year before his death. With a few
sedentary interludes, he had been on the road 13 years. The poet seems
to feel he had little to show for all his walking, certainly not that
"realm of wholeness" he had been seeking. On the other hand (there is
always an "other hand" in the cryptic, ambiguous world of haiku), the
poem may admit of a brighter interpretation. In a diary notation of 1930
Santoka had quoted the 10th-century Chinese monk Fayan Wenyi's dictum:
"Each step is an arrival," adding on his own account, "Forget about past
walking, don't think about future walking; one step, another step, no
long ago, no now, no east or west, one step equals totality. Get this
far and you understand the meaning of walking Zen."
</p>
<p class="style1">
His first walking trip began in 1926; it lasted three years. He wore the
black robes of a mendicant monk. On his shaven head perched a
wide-brimmed conical straw hat, his only protection against the rain. He
carried a wooden staff and an iron begging bowl. Begging is a
traditional religious discipline undertaken by Buddhist monks on behalf
of their temples, but Santoka belonged to no temple and thus forfeited
all claims to popular respect. He was a beggar, pure and simple. His
practice was to stand in front of a house or shop and chant a sutra
until he was either given something or chased away. As the Depression of
the 1930s deepened, patience with "the likes of him" wore increasingly
thin.
</p>
<p class="style1">
"Living," he noted in his diary in 1932, "is tasting. People are
happiest when they can really learn to be who they are. A beggar has to
learn to be an all-out beggar. Unless he can be that, he will never
taste the happiness of being a beggar."
</p>
<p class="style1">
Did he taste it? If so, the savor quickly faded. "I hate begging," he
wrote in 1930. "I hate wandering. Most of all, I hate having to do
things I hate!" Such black moods were transitory but recurring. "Even if
it means nothing to eat," he wrote in 1933, "I don't want to do any more
of that hateful begging! People who have never done any begging seem to
have difficulty understanding how I feel about this."
</p>
<p class="style1">
And yet he persisted. Even after he managed to procure a retreat for
himself, an abandoned cottage he moved into in 1932, he continued to
walk, continued to beg. At home in his hermitage, he found he spent more
time cultivating his garden than writing his poems. Only on the road
could he write. And so, even when relatively settled, he set out
frequently, walking nowhere that a non-poet would recognize as a
destination. His begging generally began at dawn and ended as soon as he
had enough to satisfy his immediate wants: a simple meal, enough sake to
induce a measure of self-forgetfulness, a bath, and a night's lodging at
the cheapest of inns. Of one particularly crowded hostelry he wrote:
</p>
<p class="style1">
"stretching out my feet/ they touch the man from Shikoku"
</p>
<p class="style1">
Haiku is the world's shortest verse form. Rooted in the light verse that
absorbed so much of the leisure of ancient Japan's
dilettante-aristocracy, it was elevated to a serious art form in the
17th century by the most famous of Japan's many wandering poets, Matsuo
Basho. He set the standards for imbuing haiku's 17 syllables with
transcendantal implications as vast, he claimed, as the universe itself.
As the modern Zen master Daisetsu Suzuki explains, "At the supreme
moment of life and death we just utter a cry or take to action, we never
argue, we never give ourselves up to lengthy talk." Haiku aspires to be
that cry uttered at "the supreme moment," which is every moment lived to
the full.
</p>
<p class="style1">
A modern haiku revival that began in the late 19th-century included
among its innovations "free-verse haiku." This dispensed with the
17-syllable format and the traditional obligation to include a
"seasonal" word. Soun was at the forefront of this novelty. Santoka
embraced it with particular enthusiasm. His verses, indeed, are so free
as to blur at times the distinction between a poem and a random jotting:
</p>
<p class="style1">"tree fallen over/ sitting on it"</p>
<p class="style1">"on the road/ a tooth/ about to come loose"</p>
<p class="style1">"cold clouds/ hurrying"</p>
<p class="style1">
"Haiku-like haiku aren't particularly bad," he wrote. "But haiku that
don't seem haiku-like at all - nowadays that's the kind I'm after."
</p>
<p class="style1">
Simplicity is not easy. "Today I managed to write ten haiku. To be sure,
they're about as much good as bits of broken tile. Still, if I polish
them up, they'll probably shine insofar as bits of tile can. So it's
polish, polish! Polish until they shine!"
</p>
<p class="style1">
"Santoka," he admonished himself, "you are a man who lives only for
haiku. Without haiku, you don't even exist!"
</p>
<p class="style1">
True enough, his haiku and his existence are inseparable. He crafted,
endured, at times even relished, the sort of life whose every passing
moment is a poem - at least a poem in embryo.
</p>
<p class="style1">"not a cloud in sight/ off comes my hat"</p>
<p class="style1">
"If," he wrote, "there is anything good in my life - or I should say,
anything good in my poems - it comes from the fact that they are not
imitative, they are not contrived, they tell few lies, they're never
forced.”
</p>
<p class="style1">"camellia/ I turned to look back at/ red”</p>
<p class="style1">
He gave up everything - home, family, dignity, all the comforts and joys
of a normal, settled, prosaic life - for what? To discover what? The
redness of a camellia?
</p>
<p class="style1">
Doesn't everyone know that camellias are red? Of course, but it is the
haiku poet's peculiar gift to be startled by the familiar - to be jolted
by it into a state of poetry. The distinction is not between knowing and
not knowing, but between knowing and experiencing . If a poem can impart
the experience , as opposed to mere information, it is a success, and
its brevity and simplicity do it no discredit.
</p>
<p class="style1">
Here Japanese has a distinct advantage over English. English is hard
pressed to convey the poetic ambiguity, so natural in Japanese, as to,
for example, what the subject of a sentence might be. The camellia poem,
eight words long in English, has four words in Japanese, and "I" is not
one of them. That could be you looking back at the camellia, or it could
be some third party; it could be all of us together. For that matter,
there is no certainty it is the camellia that is being looked back at.
Grammatically speaking, it could be the red camellia looking back - at
you, perhaps. All this bears on the distinction beteween knowing, which
is precise and logical but abstract, and experiencing, which is concrete
but inconclusive.
</p>
<p class="style1">
"Let neither of us think too much," Santoka once wrote to a friend.
"Let's become more foolish. Better: let's revert to our original
foolishness." Why? To experience life rather than know it, to see the
world and everything in it, every "supreme moment," as though for the
first time - "like a baby who is yet unable to smile," as the Chinese
sage Lao Tzu put it 2500 years ago. Was Santoka that ancient baby,
blundering, through a freak accident of reincarnation, into the
20th-century?
</p>
<p class="style1">“nearly run over/ by a car/ cold cold road”</p>
<p class="style1">
Assuredly, he was no better suited than an infant for the complexities
and noisy distractions of 20th-century life. Not that he disdained
modernity. On the contrary, he admired it, and we catch him in October
1930 confiding to his diary: "Today as I was walking along, I kept
thinking to myself: when there are trains, when there are automobiles,
to walk, and moreover to walk in straw sandals - what an outmoded, what
an inefficient and burdensome way to travel!"
</p>
<p class="style1">
Yes, but: "Nevertheless, by venturing to do something so ludicrous, I,
who am not very clever, justify my existence."
</p>
<p class="style1">
Santoka published several haiku collections in his lifetime; on his
journeys he corresponded with other poets by mail, and was a welcome
guest at poetry meetings - one was in fact to have taken place at his
cottage the night he died. Still, his admirers were few, and after his
death in 1940 he was soon forgotten. A Santoka revival a generation
later would have seemed highly improbable, and yet, against all odds,
that is what occurred. It began in the 1970s, and swelled to such
proportions that "at present," noted one commentator in 1980, "more
books on Santoka are available than perhaps on any other Japanese poet,
ancient or modern."
</p>
<p class="style1">
What do Japanese today, busy to the point of workaholism, prosperous to
the point of stupefaction, webbed and wired via electronic gadgetry to a
world of unending affairs and non-stop chatter, see in this solitary,
rootless, silent, poverty-stricken poet who situated himself in the
universe as a beggar and sought the wisdom of foolishness?
</p>
<p class="style1">
What they see is, of course, what they sense is missing from their own
lives. They - we - could pursue it easily enough. All that's necessary
is to cast off everything, but who has the courage, or the madness, to
do it? Vagrant poets have it. It is their curse and their gift. They
follow where it leads, shouldering its burdens and reaping its rewards:
</p>
<p class="style1">"the deeper I go/ the deeper I go/ green mountains"</p>
<p class="style1"> </p>
<blockquote>
<p class="style1">
Pilgrim Road (Excerpt) <br />
by Michael Hoffman <br />
(<em>Japan Times</em>, April 30, 2006)
</p>
<p class="style1">
"A beggar," wrote the vagrant priest and haiku poet Taneda Santoka in
a diary entry dated April 6, 1932, "has to learn to be an all-out
beggar. Unless he can be that, he will never taste the happiness of
being a beggar."
</p>
<p class="style1">
Did Santoka taste it? If so, only fitfully. "I hate begging," he noted
on Dec. 19, 1930. "I hate wandering. Most of all, I hate having to do
things I hate!"
</p>
<p class="style1">
Early in his career, Santoka (1882-1940) was a <em>henro </em>.
Thereafter, and for the rest of his life, he was a pilgrim of a
different breed, a most peculiar breed---walking, it has been said,
some 40,000 kilometers over the years, his destination nowhere, his
purpose to be free of purpose, his harvest a mixed bag of miniature
poems. The experts call them free-verse haiku. Make of them what you
will:
</p>
<p class="style1">
even in <br />
my iron begging bowl <br />
hailstones
</p>
<p class="style1">
a drink would be nice now <br />
sunset sky
</p>
<p class="style1">
all day <br />
in the mountains <br />
ants too are walking
</p>
<p class="style1">
And so on. A most unaccountable character, Santoka. Born in Yamaguchi
Prefecture in 1882, he was 10 when his mother committed suicide by
throwing herself into a well. The experience uprooted him, as well it
might. A stint in a Zen temple was the most settled experience of his
adult life. Ordained a priest, he turned his back on everything fixed,
stable and comfortable in life. Always alone, he tramped the backroads
of southwestern Japan, begging his sustenance, staying in flophouses,
drinking as much as he could afford to, and writing poems.
</p>
<p class="style1">
autumn wind <br />
for all my walking--- <br />
for all my walking---
</p>
<p class="style1">
"Where is the Way?" he was once asked. <br />
"Under your feet," he replied.
</p>
<p class="style1">
Or under yours. Or under mine. The pilgrim who hasn't learned that
hasn't walked far enough.
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="rg"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1086"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Robin D. Gill<br />
<i
>Cherry Blossom Epiphany: The poetry and philosophy of a flowering
tree</i
>, Paraverse Press, Coconut Grove, Florida 2007, pp. 303-304.</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>hana ga ha ni naru tôkyô yo sayônara (1940)<br />
the blossoms / have become leaves so / tokyo, i leave (Tr. by
Robin D. Gill)<br />
hey, tokyo / your blossoms are leaves: / good-bye! (Tr. by Robin
D. Gill)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>itsu to naku sakura ga saite atte wa wakareru (1940)<br />
well, the cherries / they blossomed in a wink / we meet, we part
(Tr. by Robin D. Gill)<br />
i almost missed / the cherry's bloom: soon as / we meet we part
(Tr. by Robin D. Gill)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1087"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Robin D. Gill<br />
<i>The 5th Season</i>, Paraverse Press, Coconut Grove, Florida 2007,
pp. 128, 156, 435.</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>damatte kyô no waraji haku<br />
wordless / i put on my waraji / for today (Tr. by Robin D.
Gill)<br />
lips clenched / i put on today's footwear (Tr. by Robin D.
Gill)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ômisoka oroka nari ganjitsu nao oraoka nari <br />
New Year's Eve / is dumb and New Year's / even dumber (Tr. by
Robin D. Gill)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>asu wa ganjitsu no tsume demo kirô<br />
this morning / i guess i'll clip the nails / of the new year (Tr.
by Robin D. Gill)<br />
i guess i'll clip / my new year nails / this morning (Tr. by Robin
D. Gill)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1088"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Haiku Poems after Taneda Santoka - THE MEANINGLESSNESS OF WRITING
SANTOKA-LIKE HAIKU AFTER HIM By Susumu Takiguchi, World Haiku
Review, January 2010<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>http://sites.google.com/site/worldhaikureview2/worldhaikureview,january2010/themeaninglessnessofwritingsantoka-likeh</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>The literal meaning of haiku poems written by Santoka Taneda
(1882-1940) is not that difficult to convey in translation into
different languages. This is mainly because his words are clear,
specific and plain. However, the style, choice of words and the
rhythm of his haiku so distinct in the original Japanese get largely
lost in translation. They are so distinct that ironically it is not
difficult at all to create Santoka-like haiku in Japanese.<br />
<br />
As far as I know, there has been little attempt by any Japanese
haiku writers to compose haiku in the style of Santoka or even by
imitating his works. In his days there were obviously poets of the
vers libre school such as the group called Soun, who wrote haiku
poems similar in style to Santoka, and of course there was Hosai
Ozaki (1885-1926). This is somewhat puzzling when compared with
poets like Kyoshi Takahama (1874-1959) in whose style millions of
Japanese haiku poets have written their works. There are millions of
copycats for Kyoshi and none for Santoka.<br />
<br />
Among the reasons for this strange phenomenon I can think of, the
following seem most important. Firstly, though the technical side of
Santoka's haiku (e.g. style, choice of words or ordinary events
etc.) may be clear and therefore easy to imitate, the deeper meaning
and philosophy of it are not easy to fathom or grasp. Secondly, it
is not easy and may even be impossible for anyone to write
Santoka-like haiku by mimicking him superficially without leading a
life half as much desperate, poverty-stricken, reliant on other
people's alms, self-indulgent and self-mocking as Santoka's. In
short, they may imitate his haiku but can they be beggars?<br />
<br />
Whatever the reason, it is odd that no one seems to be interested in
writing haiku in the style of Santoka in a country where so many
other things get copied almost overnight. My own strong feeling is
that Santoka alone could write haiku that he wrote. Even stronger is
my conviction that there just isn't any point in producing
imitations of Santoka's works in the same sense as there is no point
in producing imitations of Picasso's works.</span
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p class="style1">
<strong
><b
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>Taneda Santōka (種田 山頭火, 1882 -1940)<br />
Translations by Ronald S. Green, Coastal Carolina University</strong
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<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/Santoka_PlantPagoda.pdf"
><strong>PDF of the first 10 pages</strong></a
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of 自選句集 Self Selected Verse Collection: 『草木塔』 “Plant Pagoda,”
2015
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<p class="style1">
<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/Santokas_Shikoku.pdf"
><strong>Santoka's Shikoku</strong></a
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An introduction to and translation of the opening sections of the
<em>Shikoku Henro Diary</em>
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/>La poesía zen de Santôka: 70 haikus esenciales / Taneda Santôka ;
traducción de Vicente Haya y Hiroko Tsuji ; prólogo de Chantal
Maillard. Málaga : Servicio de Publicaciones, Centro de Ediciones de
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de Málaga (CEDMA), 2002. 93 p.
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Haya Segovia, Vicente = Vicente Haya, Abdelmumin Aya <br />
Nacido en 1962, Doctor en Filosofía Pura por
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de Sevilla. Tesis Doctoral: "La expresión de lo sagrado en el haiku
japonés", traductor de poesía japonesa, discípulo de Reiji Nagakawa.
Imparte cursos de introducción al haiku en Casa Asia (Barcelona) y
Casa Asia (Madrid). Conferenciante especializado en diálogo
interreligioso. <br />
http://www.vicentehaya.com/resources/HAYA.pdf
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/>Saborear el agua : 100 haikus de un monje zen / Taneda Santôka ;
traducción de Vicente Haya y Hiroko Tsuji. (Poesía Hiperión, 477),
Madrid : Hiperión, 2004. 159 p.</span
></b
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Santôka es el heredero de una larga tradición de poetas vagabundos
en un siglo como el XX que ya apenas permitía ese modo de vida. Su
poesía lo consagra, además, como el último de los clásicos
japoneses, el poeta actual más citado y leído, omnipresente en
librerías y editoriales niponas, comparable en reconocimiento
general a lo que podría ser Federico García Lorca en Espana.<br />
La razón de la popularidad de Santôka está en su carácter simbólico.
Santôka no es sólo el genio del haiku sin metro fijo; es mucho más.
Es una muestra de cómo lo antiguo puede vivir en lo moderno, un
espejo en el que a pesar de todo hay que mirarse, un ejemplo de cómo
transformar el fracaso en aprendizaje espiritual, y hasta un mártir
del amor a la libertad de uno mismo, al propio camino, sin objeto,
sin orgullo. Santôka no es un héroe nacional; es un hombre que
transforma en poesía mística lo que otros considerarían las
circunstancias materiales de una vida miserable.<br />
Vicente Haya es Doctor en Filosofía y autor de El corazón del haiku:
la expresión de lo sagrado (ed. Mandala, Madrid, 2002) y ya trabajó
junto con Hiroko Tsuji en La poesía zen de Santôka (ed. Maremoto,
Diputación Provincial de Málaga, 2002).</span
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/>El monje desnudo. 100 haikus de Taneda Santôka ; traducción de
Abdelmumin Aya (=Vicente Haya), Akiko Yamada y José Manuel Martín
Portales. Madrid : Miraguano Ediciones, 2006, 224 p.</span
></b
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
Taneda Santóka (1882-1940), el monje que exhibe su desnudez en sus
haikus -desnudez física, desnudez de alma, alcoholismo, pobreza-,
representa la prueba viva de que el ser humano puede transmutar su
fracaso en excelencia. Santóka es el último monje itinerante de la
historia de Japón. En uno de sus diarios postreros escribe: "No soy
otra cosa que un monje errante. No hay nada que se pueda decir de mí
excepto que soy un peregrino loco que ha gastado toda su vida de
aquí para allá, como las plantas que flotan en el agua que va
discurriendo de una orilla a otra. Parece patético pero he
encontrado la felicidad en esta vida miserable y tranquila. El agua
fluye, las nubes pasan, sin nunca pararse ni establecerse. Cuando
sopla el viento, caen las hojas. Como nadan los peces o vuelan los
pájaros, yo ando y ando, y sigo adelante...".</span
>
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
Cómo me hice monje<br />
Hijo de madre suicida y padre borracho. Casado en un matrimonio
arreglado. Puesto a cargo de una fábrica de sake siendo alcohólico.
Intelectual socialista llevado preso. Golpeado por los pasajeros del
tren bajo el que quiso matarse. La lista de fracasos, rechazos y
derrotas de Taneda Santoka sólo pareció interrumpirse cuando fue
ordenado monje en 1929. Pero al poco tiempo abandonó el monasterio y
se entregó al desapego absoluto de caminar, aceptar lo que pusieran
en su cuenco y escribir haikus inauditos que, con humor y libertad,
nacieron del corazón de la soledad. La antología El monje desnudo,
publicada en Espa?a, rescata para Occidente la obra inédita en
castellano de este japonés leído con devoción por las generaciones
japonesas post Hiroshima.</span
>
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Por Guillermo Saccomanno<br />
Un chico de once años observa cómo extraen a su madre muerta del
pozo de agua de la casa. El padre, un terrateniente borracho y
putañero, ha sido la causa del suicidio. Así puede empezar el camino
poético de Taneda Santoka (1882-1940). "En mi principio está mi
fin", escribe en sus cuartetos T. S. Eliot. Y ésta puede ser también
una explicación, de principio a fin, del camino elegido por el monje
trashumante. La conjunción de monje y poeta puede resultar
contradictoria, sin embargo refiere una coherencia si se entiende la
vida como camino, al monje como peregrino y al poeta como
responsable de una elección en la que pesan el desapego y la
comprensión de la naturaleza como carente de moral. "El Cielo y
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no reconocen benevolencia", ha escrito Lao Tsé en el Tao Te Ching
(según la inteligente edición a cargo de Leonor Calvera). Camino, en
este caso, carece también del significado que Dante le otorga a su
vida como trayecto culposo interesado en redención y recompensa.
Camino en Santoka es el Tao. Y un trabajo constante con el silencio.
"La abundancia de palabras pronto se agota/ lo mejor es mantenerse
en el centro", dice Lao Tsé. Por su parte, Santoka escribe: "Penetra
la luz de la luna/ hasta la cocina/ Estoy solo". La soledad que
trasunta su poesía es insondable. En japonés, "luz de luna" se dice
"sombra de luna". Pues bien, Santoka escribe desde este lado de la
luz, el de la sombra. Lo que explica también por qué es uno de los
poetas más leídos por las nuevas generaciones japonesas post
Hiroshima junto con Sinichi Isakana, más conocido como Takuboku,
cuya obra, una colección de tankas, fue antologizada bajo el título
"Un pu?ado de arena". Al acercarnos a esta poesía cabe preguntarse
cuál es el secreto de su aura en superficie enigmática, que ha
inspirado, por ejemplo, a Roland Barthes, a iniciar su seminario
sobre "La preparación de la novela" con un análisis del haiku que,
dicho sea de paso, no logra atenuar su eurocentrismo. ¿Acaso
Barthes, que proyecta su curso con Proust como paradigma novelesco,
no está sugiriendo que todos los tomos de A la búsqueda del tiempo
perdido pueden concentrarse en dos o tres versos? En El libro del
haiku el crítico Alberto Silva define: "El haiku es algo que ocurre
fuera de la lengua". A la vez, en el haiku, como paradoja, lo que
importa es la lengua, su uso, el decir que contiene el misterio y
también el satori. Para la revelación es necesario un empe?oso, no
forzado, desapego absoluto: "Rodeado por arbustos de té/ llevando
una existencia/ anónima", escribe Santoka insinuando que lo que
cuenta es esa verdad intuida y no su propiedad intelectual. Nada más
distante del Tao que los conceptos de propiedad y de
intelectualidad: bloqueo total del yo y una fusión con lo cotidiano
que no es antagónica con el desapego. "Cuando trabajo la tierra/ a
solas/ surge una canción", escribe Santoka.</span
>
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>El monje desnudo. 100 haikus Edición y traducción de Vicente Haya,
Akiko Yamada y José Manuel Portales. Prólogo de Chantal Maillard
Miraguano Ediciones, Barcelona 203 páginas<br />
La visión del cuerpo materno extraído del pozo atormentará al chico
y complicará su vínculo con las mujeres, pero si Santoka debe elegir
entre una noche de erotismo y escribir un haiku, Santoka no dudará.
En su crack-up, los componentes trágicos que lo justifican no son
escasos: además del suicidio materno, el derrumbe del padre y su
economía, el suicidio de otro de sus hijos, el alcoholismo precoz
del mismo Taneda. El padre procura diversos negocios para recuperar
la posición económica, desde un almacén hasta una librería de
usados, y, tratando de ayudar a su hijo, le busca una esposa y lo
pone al mando de una fábrica de sake. El matrimonio y la destilería,
inexorable, tienen fecha de vencimiento. No obstante, a pesar de que
la suerte le falla una y otra vez, Taneda lucha contra una profecía
de su abuela: "Es tu karma, decía mi abuela. Pero cuando yo lo digo
significa otra cosa. Es una revelación en solitario. Después de
todo, mi camino es el de seguir mi estupidez hacia el final",
escribe en su diario.</span
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<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Si la poesía se transforma en sacramental, la misión del poeta
consiste en el sacrilegio. Esta y no otra pareciera ser la lección
hierofante de Santoka, el bonzo borracho que, en su recorrido
autodestructivo, irá derrapando hasta el fin de sus días sin
abandonar ni el sake ni la poesía. "Mi cuenco de mendigar/ ha
aceptado/ las hojas que le han caído", escribe. Su austeridad no es
pose sino un estilo existencial. "Está lloviznando/ No hay quien
lea/ la señal del camino." Es que Santoka pide abandonar todo
enfoque prejuicioso: una estética del despojamiento, eso. El mejor
ejemplo, el primer haiku que inaugura esta antología: "En la más
honda espesura/ de la montaña/ llegar a la desnudez".</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Al tratarse de la forma haiku, los occidentales padecemos la
inequívoca tendencia de convertir esta poesía en una pagoda a la que
acceden sólo elegidos. El haiku, en su compleja sencillez,
conectando el uno con el todo, está ahí, al alcance de quien se le
arrime.</span
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</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hay que subrayar el lúcido y ameno prólogo de Chantal Maillard,
estudiosa del género, a El Monje desnudo: "Se ha dicho que el haiku
es como una piedra lanzada en el estanque del espíritu del que
escucha, imagen, ésta, extremadamente parecida a la que utilizó en
el siglo IX el autor del primer gran Tratado de Poética que se
conoce, el Dhvanayaloka o "Teoría de la resonancia". "La palabra
poética", decía Anandavardhana en este tratado, "tiene, a diferencia
de la palabra en su uso coloquial, la facultad de sugerir. La
sugerencia poética semeja las ondas que se propagan concéntricamente
en la superficie cuando una piedra cae en un estanque, o las que
transmiten por el aire después de que el badajo haya golpeado el
bronce de una campana. La resonancia alcanza el corazón del oyente
y, cuanto más ancho sea el radio desde el lugar del impacto al de la
recepción, tanto mayor será el espacio de resonancia. La resonancia
no ha de ser entendida aquí tan sólo como connotación, es decir,
como ampliación de la significación a nivel semántico por sugerencia
analógica, sino también, y sobre todo, como la capacidad de
modificar anímicamente al receptor y de evocar en él estados
sentimentales. La resonancia tiene, más que nada, el carácter de
inducción empática." Maillard desacartona el tufito elitista que se
le ha impregnado en Occidente a esta poesía. Titula su ensayo:
"Orinar en la nieve". Y así resume el irónico y desacartonado
sentido existencial de la obra de Santoka, quien burla las reglas
del género violentándolas al huir de la métrica convencional y
reducir a veces un poema a una sola línea, con un humor a veces
piadoso y otras destemplado.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Una secuencia de tres haikus narra: 1) "En la más honda espesura/
de la montaña/ llegar a la desnudez"; 2) "Un revolcón en la hierba/
Los calzoncillos/ Ya están secos"; y 3) "Libélula,/ estoy en
pelotas,/ a ver dónde vas a posarte". No hace falta demasiada
perspicacia para advertir que el monje desnudo tendió a secar su
calzoncillo y el lugar donde fue a posarse el insecto fueron sus
genitales. "Un manotazo a una mosca/ otro a un mosquito/ y otro a mí
mismo", bromea consigo. De este modo el haiku, proponiendo que
únicamente la desnudez accede a lo evidente, se ofrece como una
poesía donde lo táctil y los sentidos todos tienen más trascendencia
que los revoloteos metafísicos.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>En su diario, Santoka anota: "Si escribiese una autobiografía
tendría que comenzar de este modo: 'Los infortunios de mi familia
comenzaron con el suicidio de mi madre cuando yo tenía once a?os.
Fue el gran acontecimiento de mi vida, tal vez el único que tuvo
importancia. Mi madre no puede ser culpada. Nadie puede serlo. Si se
ha de culpar a alguien, se tiene que culpar a todos. Es la condición
humana a la que se tiene que culpar. Oh mi madre! Qué recuerdo'".
Pero no son en ocasiones estos autorreproches en el diario los que
expresan y revelan sus sentimientos tal vez con mayor poder de
síntesis y desgarramiento. Como ejemplo, dos haikus referidos a la
madre, el primero escrito en el 47? aniversario de su muerte: 1)
"Ofrendando fideos/ Madre / Yo también comeré"; 2) "Dientes de león
cayendo,/ la muerte de mi madre,/ aquello en lo que pienso
incesantemente".</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Pero Santoka, a pesar del humor con que juega con las formas
tradicionales, no es jamás un improvisado. En su juventud ha
estudiado Letras -habrá de contarlo en su diario- y comenzado sus
primeras búsquedas literarias al publicar, en 1911, una serie de
traducciones de Turgenev y Maupassant en la revista literaria
Seinen. Ese mismo a?o, integra un grupo de poetas abocados al
estudio y la experimentación del haiku. "No busco el camino de los
antiguos. Busco lo que ellos buscaban", había escrito Basho. Santoka
adopta su ejemplo. Le apasiona encontrar un verso afilado que
respire libertad. En este camino, no anda lejos de los transgresores
occidentales de su tiempo jugados al verso libre: Eliot, Ungaretti,
Apollinaire, entre otros. El siguiente poema de Pound, aunque
extenso, bien podría pertenecer a Santoka: "Cuando considero
detenidamente los curiosos hábitos de los perros/ me veo forzado a
sacar la conclusión/ de que el hombre es el animal superior.// Pero
cuando considero los curiosos hábitos del hombre,/ confieso, amigo
mío, que me quedo perplejo". Hay que destacarlo, el compromiso de
Santoka con la vida lo induce al compromiso, y en lo político se
hace socialista como otros jóvenes intelectuales contemporáneos:
Takiji Kobayashi, el autor de Kanikosen, el pesquero, y el ya citado
Takuboku. Entonces, además de todos los dramas que lo acosan, como
el fracaso conyugal y el rechazo familiar, la cárcel. Al recuperar
la libertad, continúa su peregrinaje solitario. En este punto, cabe
recalcarlo aunque parezca obvio. Santoka no escribe sobre la
soledad. El mismo es la soledad. Ejercicio de introspección que
mantiene zonas de contacto con los aforismos de Wittgenstein, zonas
donde la escritura poética expande lo filosófico.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>En su registro sin autocompasión del desapego absoluto, Santoka
describe a lo largo de los años y los poemas cómo va perdiendo los
dientes: "No tengo dinero, no tengo cosas,/ No tengo dientes.../
Estoy completamente solo". En su diario anota: "Mendigar debiera ser
como las nubes fluyendo y como el agua fluyendo. Si permanezco en un
lugar aunque sea por un momento, me enredo. !Que mi mente sea como
el agua! !Que mi mente sea como el cielo! Me gusta el sake y también
el agua. Me gustaba el sake más que el agua hasta ayer. Hoy me gusta
el agua tanto como el sake. Mañana podría gustarme el agua más que
el sake. A veces siento que he vivido diez a?os en uno. Lúcido o
borracho, cada vez que escribo un poema lo hago vacío de cuerpo y
mente. Es el poema quien me escribe". También: "Me sirvo sake. Del
sake sale mi poesía: 'Sake es el haiku de la carne,/ haiku es el
sake del alma'".</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>"No soy otra cosa que un monje errante", anota en el diario. "No
hay nada que se pueda decir de mí excepto que soy un peregrino loco
que ha gastado toda su vida de aquí para allá, como las plantas que
flotan en el agua que va discurriendo de una orilla a otra. Parece
patético pero he encontrado la felicidad en esta vida miserable y
tranquila. El agua fluye, las nubes pasan, sin nunca pararse ni
establecerse. Cuando sopla el viento, caen las hojas. Como nadan los
peces o vuelan los pájaros, yo ando y ando, y sigo adelante..." En
el transcurso de su vagar, no faltan los estallidos de angustia, las
catástrofes mentales y un intento de suicidio. "Paso a paso,
pareciéndome/ en las manías a mi padre.../ que ya no está", escribe.
Se acuesta sobre la vía de un tren. Pero la locomotora frena a
tiempo. Los empleados del ferrocarril y los pasajeros lo agarran a
golpes. Un bonzo lo rescata y le propone ingresar a un monasterio.
"En febrero de 1929 fui ordenado monje y me convertí en residente en
Mitori Kannon-do. Era una verdadera vida solitaria en el bosque, en
lo que concierne a la quietud era quieta, y a la soledad era sola,
tal era allí la vida."</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Pero la disciplina monástica no lo convence. Y se marcha: "He
retornado al 'mundo de la existencia' después de una larga lucha y
siento como si hubiera 'vuelto a mi propio hogar y estuviese
cómodamente sentado'. He estado a la deriva por un largo tiempo -no
solamente mi cuerpo sino también mi mente-. He sufrido por cosas que
debieran existir, y me he atribulado por cosas que no puedo evitar
que existan, y ahora finalmente puedo estar en paz con las cosas que
existen. Ahí es donde me encuentro ahora. Tanto las cosas que
debieran existir y las cosas que no puedo evitar que existan, están
contenidas en las cosas que existen. Cuando uno conoce las cosas que
existen, conoce todas las cosas. No estoy tratando de abandonar las
cosas que debieran existir, ni tampoco estoy tratando de escapar de
las cosas que no puedo evitar que existan, ésta es mi actitud
presente que busca entender el 'mundo de la existencia'. Lo esencial
para alguien que escribe poesía es escribir poesía en sí misma. Debo
expresarme a mí mismo como poesía: es mi deber tanto como mi
esperanza. Las piedras de granizo al golpear, y la convicción de que
el granizo golpeándome es un azote divino. Debería encontrar la
forma de expresarlo, de encontrar palabras para expresar 'golpeando'
o 'azotando'", escribe en su diario en el oto?o de 1934.</span
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>El deterioro, del que a veces emerge con asombro, hace su trabajo
de zapa: "Profundamente emocionado/ por seguir vivo/ Es hora de
remendar mis ropas". Si bien interpreta el declive como un proceso
natural, es también cierto que muchas veces Santoka zafa a través de
la solidaridad de sus admiradores, que se irán volviendo legión,
como habrán de serlo, en la actualidad japonesa, sus lectores. "El
largo puente/ que nunca volveré a cruzar/ Viento de eternidad",
escribe. Una de las últimas entradas a su diario: "En diciembre 15,
1939, gracias a mis amigos en Matsuyama, y por las siguientes
circunstancias, he decidido quedarme aquí por algún tiempo, o
quizás, hasta que muera. Un buen amigo, Ichijun, me cargó sobre sus
espaldas desde la posada en Dogo a esta nueva casa al pie del
Mikizan. La casa está en una altura y es muy tranquila. La monta?a
es bella, el agua sabe bien, y la gente aquí parece ser agradable.
En realidad es una casa demasiado buena para un viejo vagabundo. Es
más de lo que merezco pero la he aceptado agradecido. Esta 'casa
para vagabundo' es más hermosa y cálida que la de Yamaguchi
(Gochu-an)". Un último haiku parece indicar que ha quemado buena
parte del diario: "El diario que tiré al fuego/ ?Sólo estas
cenizas?". Y después, ¿qué? "Sin pensar en nada/ rompiendo ramitas
secas". Después también escribe este otro haiku: "Ya que las
montañas están en calma /Me quito mi kasa".</span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1094"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Tres monjes budistas. Tr. de Abdelmumin Aya (=Vicente Haya).
Diputación Provincial de Málaga. Centro de Ediciones de
<st1:personname productid="la Diputacin" w:st="on"
>la Diputación</st1:personname
>
de Málaga (CEDMA), Colecc. Maremoto 27, Málaga, 2009, 134 páginas
</span></b
>
</p>
<p>
<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Contenido del libro: 110 haikus inéditos de Ozaki Hôsai, Taneda
Santôka y Yamaguchi Seishi, los tres poetas de haiku más célebres del
siglo XX.<br />
http://www.vicentehaya.com<br />
http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/elalmadelhaiku.php?cat=9524</span
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Nobashita ashi ni fureta tonari wa Shikoku no hito<br />
Al estirar la pierna, / toqué al que estaba a mi lado: / un hombre
de Shikoku (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Yama shizukanareba kasa o nugu <br />
Cuando la montaña se aquieta, / me quito mi sombrero de bambú (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Futatabi wa wataranai hashi no nagai nagai kaze<br />
El largo puente / que nunca volveré a cruzar / Viento de eternidad
(Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Itsumademo tabi o suru koto no tsume o kiru<br />
Me corto las uñas... / Hay que viajar hasta el fin (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kaze no kareki o hirotte wa aruku<br />
Con viento, / recoger ramas secas / Caminar (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)<br />
Con viento / recojo una rama seca / y sigo caminando (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)<br />
En el viento, / recoger ramas secas / y caminar (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)<br />
Sopla el viento… / Recoger ramas secas / y caminar (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)<br />
Caminar: / Ir recogiendo ramas secas / con viento (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Tomato o te ni mihotoke no mae ni chichi haha no mae ni<br />
En la mano, un tomate / que ofrezco al Buda, / a papá y a mamá
(Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Udon sonaete haha yo watakushi mo itadakimasuru<br />
Te ofrezco udon, / querida mamá / Yo mismo me lo comeré (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Dokodemo shineru karada de harukaze<br />
Con un cuerpo / dispuesto a morir donde sea / Viento de primavera
(Tr. de Vicente Haya)<br />
Con viento de primavera, / el cuerpo puede morir / donde sea (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)<br />
No importa dónde / Morir con el cuerpo / Viento de primavera (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Namioto no onembutsu ga kikoeru<br />
En el sonido de las olas / se puede escuchar / las invocaciones al
Buda (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ume ochi kochi minami subeku kita subeku<br />
Ciruelos por todas partes… / ¿Debería ir al sur / o debería ir al
norte? (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Konna ni kusa no mi doko no kusa no mi<br />
¿De dónde han salido / todas estas semillas / (arrastradas por el
viento)? (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ware ima koko ni umi no aosa no kagiri nashi<br />
Yo, ahora, aquí: / el azul del océano / sin límites (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shi o mae ni suzushii kaze<br />
El viento frío, / indiferente, / pasa ante la muerte (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shibito torimaku hitobito ni kumo mo naki sora ya<br />
En honor de la gente / que se reúne alrededor del muerto, / ¡ay!,
un cielo sin una sola nube (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Nagedashite mada hi no aru ashi <br />
Estirando las piernas / todavía hay sol (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Yama-michi kure isogu rindô<br />
Por el camino de la montaña / el ocaso se apresura / en la flor
del rindô (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ushirosugata no shigurete yukuka <br />
La espalda en silueta / (del monje errante que se aleja) / "¿Se
irá mojando?" (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Tsuki yo yama yo watashi wa tabi de yande iru<br />
¡Oh, Luna! ¡Oh, montañas! / Fijaos cómo yo, de tanto viajar, / he
acabado enfermando (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kokoro shizuka ni yama no okifushi<br />
El corazón en paz / La vida diaria de las montañas (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Nantonaku aruite haka to haka to no aida<br />
Deambulando, / me sorprendo entre una tumba / y otra tumba (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Mado akete mado ippai no haru<br />
Abriendo la ventana, / una ventana que está / a reventar de
primavera (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Netai dake neta karada yu ni nobasu<br />
He dormido lo que quería / Mi cuerpo se esponja / en el agua
caliente (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Chôchô hirahira iraka o koeta<br />
La mariposa revoloteando / ha pasado por encima / de lo más alto
del tejado (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ikinokoru hae ga watashi o oboete iru<br />
Moscas que sobreviven / Y guardan mi memoria (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Asayake y?yake taberu mono ga nai<br />
El alba / El ocaso / Nada que comer (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Yuki no akarusa ga ie ippai no shizukesa<br />
La luminosidad de la nieve / llena la casa / en calma (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Subette koronde yama ga hissori<br />
Resbalo… y caigo. / Todo en la montaña / sigue su curso (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kasa e pottori tsubaki datta <br />
"Toc" contra mi sombrero de junco: / la camelia (Tr. de Vicente
Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ame no torira wa taberu mono ga nai<br />
Los pájaros de la lluvia… / Ellos sí que no tienen / nada que
comer (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hitori no hi o tsukuru<br />
Hacer un fuego / para uno solo (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ishi ni matsu ga mukashi nagara no chirimatsuba<br />
Un pino entre la piedra / Desde hace mucho / Hojas caídas (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Kuriya made tsuki kage no hitori de<br />
Penetra la luz de la luna / hasta la cocina / Estoy solo (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shôji no naka no yuki furishikiru<br />
Dentro de la vida y la muerte / la nieve cae incesantemente (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Shinde shimaeba zassô ame furu<br />
Si acabara muriendo... / Los hierbajos / Cae la lluvia (Tr. de
Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Hissori kuraseba misosasai<br />
Sólo si tu vida / es algo no sabido, / el canto del misosasai (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Cha no ki ni kakomare sokohakatonai kurashi<br />
Rodeado por arbustos de té, / llevando una existencia anónima (Tr.
de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Ichinichi mono iwazu nemurenai tsukiyo to naru<br />
Tras un día en completo silencio, / una de esas noches de luna /
en las que no se puede dormir (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>Omou koto naki kao shite mo aki no kure<br />
También para quien tiene / cara de no pensar nada, / el atardecer
de otoño (Tr. de Vicente Haya)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1095"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/><a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/cfleitas.html"
>Santoka o la intolerable compañía de la soledad</a
>
<br />
Por Carlos Fleitas <br />
Abril 2005
</span></b
>
</p>
<p class="style1 style4">
<a href="https://www.scribd.com/doc/219295173/4/El-peregrino"
>https://www.scribd.com/doc/219295173/4/El-peregrino </a
><br />
<br />
<a href="http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/elalmadelhaiku.php?cat=9524"
>http://blogs.periodistadigital.com/elalmadelhaiku.php?cat=9524
</a>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="g"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda.html#g"
><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none"
><img
border="0"
width="36"
height="25"
id="_x0000_i1096"
src="./files/nemet.gif" /></span></a></span
></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1097"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Robert F. Wittkamp:
<i>Santôka - Ein moderner Wanderdichter.</i> Unveröf-fentlichte
Magisterarbeit, Köln, 1992</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1098"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Robert F. Wittkamp: "Anmerkungen zur Onomatopoesie und
Klangverarbeitung in der Dichtung Santôkas", in: NOAG 155-156.<br />
http://www.uni-hamburg.de/Japanologie/noag/noag1994_5.pdf</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1099"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Robert F. Wittkamp: <i>Santôka. Haiku, Wandern, Sake.</i> OAG
Taschenbuch Nr. 66. Tôkyô: Deutsche Gesellschaft für Natur- und
Völkerkunde Ostasiens Tôkyô. (OAG Taschenbuch Nr. 66), 1996, 155
S.</span
></b
>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>otowa / shigure ka <br />
Dieser Klang - Ob das der Herbstregen ist? (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nami no oto / shigurete kurashi<br />
Rauschen der Wellen - herbstregennasse Dunkelheit … (Übers. Robert
F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>(anchuu dokuza) <br />
kokoro ochitsukeba / mizu no oto<br />
(in der Klause alleine) <br />
Kommt das Herz zur Ruhe bleibt der Klang des Wassers (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ki no ha ni kasa ni / oto tatete arare<br />
Auf die Blätter, auf meinen Strohhut prasselt Hagel - laut
vernehmbar (Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>amadare no / oto mo / toshitotta<br />
Selbst der Klang der Regentropfen ist gealtert (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>wakeireba / mizu oto<br />
Schreite ich hindurch -Wasserklänge (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>mizu oto no / taezushite / gobutsu to ari<br />
Im nie verklingenden Wasser - ist Buddha (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nete mo samete mo / yo ga nagai / se no oto<br />
Ob ich schlafe oder wache lang ist die Nacht beim Rauschen der
Stromschnellen (Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nami oto / shigurete / harete<br />
Wellenrauschen ob Herbstregen oder klarer Himmel (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>arashi no ato no / shizukesa no / hae de<br />
Nach dem Sturm: nur die Stille summender Fliegen! (Übers. Robert
F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yuki he / yuki furu / shizukesa ni oru <br />
Schnee fällt auf Schnee -und alles in tiefer Stille (Übers. Robert
F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shi no shizukesa wa / harete / ha no nai ki<br />
Stille des Todes: Bäume ohne Blätter bei strahlend schönem Wetter
(Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shizukesa / take no ko mina / take ni natta<br />
Ganz leise wurden alle Sprößlinge zu Bambus (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yama no shizukesa wa / shiroi hana<br />
Stille der Berge in dieser weißen Blume (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shimijimi / shizukana / tsukue no chiri <br />
Staub auf dem Tisch: in eindringlicher Stille (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yama shizukanareba / kasa wo nugu <br />
Wenn es still wird in den Bergen nehme ich meinen Hut ab (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>ichinichi mono iwazu / nami no oto<br />
Den ganzen Tag kein einziges Wort Wellenrauschen (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
semishigure / shi basho wo / sagashite iru no ka<br />
Zikaden-Sinfonie: suchen wohl einen Ort zum Sterben? (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
ura ni ki ga / shi go hon areba / tsukutsukubôshi<br />
Am Strand zwei, drei Bäume - schon sirren die Zikaden (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
tôku / higurashi ga / naku<br />
In der Ferne das Zirpen der Abendzikaden (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
kuzureru ie no / hisoka ni kuzureru / higurashi<br />
Beim Sirren der Zikaden verbröckelt heimlich mein eh' schon
verbröckeltes Haus (Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
ushiro sugata no / shigurete yuku ka<br />
Diese Gestalt, von hinten gesehen - verliert sie sich im
Herbstregen? (Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
karasu naite / watashi mo hitori<br />
Schreiende Krähen -auch ich bin alleine (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
naite karasu no / tonde karasu no / ochitsuku / tokoro ga nai<br />
Schreiende Krähen fliegende Krähen finden keinen ruhigen Ort
(Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
kareki ni karasu ga / oshôgatsu mo / sumimashita<br />
Auf diesem kahlen Baum -hat eine Krähe Neujahr verbracht (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
kurete mo yado ga nai / mozudori ga naku <br />
Schon wird es dunkel, aber eine Unterkunft habe ich nicht - laut
kreischen die Würger (Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
karete karekitte / ishikoro gorogoro<br />
Stocktrocken kleine Brocken Kiesel rieseln den Abhang hinab …
(Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
karekitta kawa wo / wataru<br />
Diesen knochentrockenen Bach überschreite ich … (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
haru no yama kara / korokoro ishikoro<br />
Aus den Bergen im Frühling -der Laut kullernder Steine (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
chôchô hirahira / iraka wo koeta<br />
Schmetterling - flatter flatter über Dachziegel hinweg (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
kasa he pottori / tsubaki datta<br />
Fiel "plumps" auf meinen Hut - war eine Kamelien-Blüte … (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
horohoro / horobi yuki / watakushi no aki<br />
So tröpfelt er langsam seinem Ende zu: mein Herbst … (Übers.
Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
horohoro yotte / ko no ha chiru<br />
Angeheitert wie ich Blätter tänzeln zu Boden (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
wakeitte mo / wakeitte mo / aoiyama<br />
Tiefer und tiefer schreite ich voran, in das Grün der Berge
(Übers. Robert F. Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
ame furu / furusato wa / hadashi de aruku<br />
Barfuß laufe ich durch den Regen meiner Heimat (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
harukaze no / hachi no ko hitotsu<br />
Im Frühlingswind eine einzelne Bettelschale … (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)<br />
<br />
teppatsu no / naka he mo / arare<br />
Selbst in meinen Bettelnapf prasselt Hagel (Übers. Robert F.
Wittkamp)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1100"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Haiku von Taneda Santoka in deutscher Übersetzung von Dietmar
Tauchner<br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>http://www.wowwi.orc.ru/cgi-bin/shuttle/haiku_by_author.cgi?author_id=1247053675&page=1<br />
http://bregengemme.net/chrysanthemum/media/archiv/Chrysanthemum3.pdf
</span>
</p>
<blockquote style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt">
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kusa no aosa yo hadashi de modoru<br />
das gras so grün / ich komme barfuß zurück (Übers. von Dietmar
Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>karasu naite watashi mo hitori<br />
eine krähe krächzt / auch ich bin allein (Übers. von Dietmar
Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>shi no shizukesa wa harete ha no nai ki<br />
todesstille der klare blattlose baum (Übers. von Dietmar
Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yoi yu kara yoi tsuki e deta<br />
ich steige aus einer guten warmen quelle zum guten mond (Übers.
von Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>yoizame no hoshi ga matataite iru<br />
mein kater vorbei / die blinkenden sterne (Übers. von Dietmar
Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>massuguna michi de samishii<br />
die straße so gerade es ist einsam (Übers. von Dietmar
Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nagori dariya karentoshite utsukushii<br />
die letzte dahlie / vorm verblühen / und schön wie sie ist (Übers.
von Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kono michi shika nai haru no yuki furu<br />
das ist der einzige weg / frühlingsschnee fällt (Übers. von
Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>kyô mo ichinichi dare mo konatta hôtaru<br />
heute wieder ist den ganzen tag niemand gekommen leuchtkäfer
(Übers. von Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>dôshiyô mo nai watashi ga aruite iru<br />
unwürdig gehe ich (Übers. von Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>nani ga nani yara minna saite iru<br />
was ist was / alles blüht (Übers. von Dietmar Tauchner)</span
></b
>
</p>
</blockquote>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="r"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda.html#r"
><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none"
><img
border="0"
width="36"
height="25"
id="_x0000_i1101"
src="./files/orosz.gif" /></span></a></span
></b>
</p>
<p>
<b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1102"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Taneda, Santoka. Stikhi i proza; perevod s iaponskogo Aleksandra
Dolina. Sankt-Peterburg : Giperion, 2001. 252 str. (Iaponskaia
klasicheskaia biblioteka)<br /> </span></b
><span class="style1"
>Танэда Сантока: стихи и проза. Перевод с японского Александра Долина,
Санкт-Петербург, "Гиперион", 2001 </span
><span class="style3"></span
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"><br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><a href="http://www.wtr.ru/aphorism/santoka.htm"
>http://www.wtr.ru/aphorism/santoka.htm</a
>
<br />
<a href="http://graf-mur.holm.ru/classic/santoka.htm"
>http://graf-mur.holm.ru/classic/santoka.htm</a
></span
>
</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>
<a name="hu"></a
><b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><br />
<a href="https://terebess.hu/english/haiku/taneda.html#hu"
><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none"
><img
border="0"
width="36"
height="25"
id="_x0000_i1103"
src="./files/magyar.gif" /></span></a></span
></b>
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><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
><img
border="0"
width="10"
height="10"
id="_x0000_i1104"
src="./files/ball.gif"
/>Taneda Szantóka: Hóra hulló hó (Szabadhaikuk), Terebess Gábor
fordításai <br /> </span></b
><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana"
>[415 haiku translated into Hungarian by Gabor Terebess]<br /> </span
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>... teppatsu no naka e mo
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><strong
>... even into my begging bowlarare<br />
hailstones</strong
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<font size="2" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"
>hitori hissori<br />
take no ko<br />
take ni naru<br />
<br />
<strong
>alone, silently<br />
the bamboo shoot<br />
becomes a bamboo</strong
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>
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><span class="normalblack1"><br /> </span
><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif"
>『みちのくは ゆふ空ふかく 雲のたゝよふ 山頭火』</span
>
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><span class="normalblack1"
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><br />
<span class="style1"
>"If there are mountains / I see mountains / If there are rainy days /
I hear rains / All through the four seasons / Tommorow is better /
Yesterday is better." </span
><span
style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; font-size: 10pt"
></span
><span
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