"Although the Wind..." – Izumi Shikibu

(c. 974–1030) (Waka poem, Heian period)

Although the wind

blows terribly here,

the moonlight also leaks

between the roof planks

of this ruined house.

Even this fragile place

holds beauty—

if you only look

through the cracks.

"The River of Heaven" – Saigyō (1118–1190)

Although the wind

blows terribly here,

the moonlight also leaks

between the roof planks

of this ruined house.

Even this fragile place

holds beauty—

if you only look

through the cracks.

"Winter Day” by Masaoka Shiki (1867–1902)

The sky so pale and clear,

Cold wind whistles through the bare trees.

Snowflakes fall slowly down,

Covering the earth like a soft white blanket.

Even the birds seem quiet now,

Huddled close for warmth and rest.

The world is still,

Waiting for spring’s bright return.

“Spring Morning” by Yosa Buson (1716–1784)

Morning breaks gently,

The garden wakes with soft light—

Blossoms stretch and yawn,

Bees hum their lazy tune,

Clouds drift slowly in the blue.

Everything feels new again,

The promise of growth and play

Waiting just beyond the door.