randomgirlmia's review
3.0
"If I'd the knack
I'd sing like
cherry flakes falling.
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Come, let's go
snow-viewing
till we're buried.
Lips too chilled
for prattle
- autumn wind."
I'd sing like
cherry flakes falling.
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Come, let's go
snow-viewing
till we're buried.
Lips too chilled
for prattle
- autumn wind."
obscuredbyclouds's review
3.0
I was confused about these haikus first, because they're not in the haiku format. However, I understand why the translator did this, they work well as they are. I think I could probably appreciate them more in the original language, though.
prinsessenora4's review
emotional
funny
lighthearted
relaxing
fast-paced
4.75
I am not sure what I just read…
I suppose these poems make sense in the original language- but the translation makes them seem random and hilarious at times.
I think the meaning of this poem is to describe the different feelings one get throughout the year - and I did feel that at times. Some of the parts were quite romantic. But the romance was quickly disturbed by the very out-of-context bits.
My favourites:
Winter downpour-
Even the monkey
Needs a raincoat
Summer wraps -
Is there no end
To lice?
Year by year,
The monkey’s mask
Reveals the monkey
Truly poetic <3
I suppose these poems make sense in the original language- but the translation makes them seem random and hilarious at times.
I think the meaning of this poem is to describe the different feelings one get throughout the year - and I did feel that at times. Some of the parts were quite romantic. But the romance was quickly disturbed by the very out-of-context bits.
My favourites:
Winter downpour-
Even the monkey
Needs a raincoat
Summer wraps -
Is there no end
To lice?
Year by year,
The monkey’s mask
Reveals the monkey
Truly poetic <3
iona8's review
4.0
I didn't know that I needed Haikus up until now. Bashō is my sensei!
Wake, butterfly -
it's late, we've miles
to go together.
Violets -
how precious on
on a mountain path.
p. 38.
Wake, butterfly -
it's late, we've miles
to go together.
Violets -
how precious on
on a mountain path.
p. 38.