Three-Line Poems
I. Spring-Summer
For the heart that doubts not,
Petals of the blossom
Falling.
The long spring day;
Blossoms have collected
In the wheel tracks.
A spring evening;
The Buddha statue –
What can it hear?
The thrush
Strikes its note
Across the evening.
The dead blackbird
With its eyes open;
The cherry blossom smells sweet.
Spring dusk;
A bat
Flits by.
Falling with
The pear blossom –
Droppings of the sparrow.
Cherry blossoms –
Neither looking upon them, nor looking away –
Passers by.
The thrush’s heart,
Though,
Is silent.
The stone Buddha
Has a fine ear
For silence.
The spring day;
The father sparrow
Is feeding his son.
Spring deepening;
The magpie alights
On the pear tree.
A spring evening;
The wind is still;
Blossom petals falling.
The spring evening;
Sitting quietly,
The rain is heard.
The crow –
It called
Across the eve.
Snowdrops withering,
Frogs croaking
In the spring rain.
Spring rain:
The frogs are mating
With sour faces.
The frog is sour of face –
Yet leaping –
Always leaping!
The sparrow-hawk
Kills in the pear tree,
Scattering blossom petals.
For his meal,
The sparrow bows his head;
He bows his head again.
Evening cool.
The dunnock singing
Amongst the pear blossoms.
The sparrow is one
Who eats his breakfast
Indifferent to the wisteria flowers.
Evening cool:
Wisteria leaves fall
One by one.
Evening chill;
Rain falling
Drop by drop.
Evening cold.
The apple blossoming;
A dunnock’s voice.
The beautiful child
Sneezes
And wipes her hand.
The small child
Begs
Politely.
Shaking loose the blossom,
The blackbird alights
On the spring branch.
The blossom tree –
Its fragrance
Is white.
Spring dusk;
I hear the voice of the blackbird
Once more.
The cherry blossom –
Looking upon it,
Yet my heart wanders.
The frog looks
At the sparrows
With a sour face.
Even at my careless hand
The pear blossoms
Flutter down.
Evening quiet;
The sun set,
The wild geese departing.
The blackbird
Looks at me
With a bright eye.
Spring heat;
The swollen river
Swirls and eddies.
Evening cool;
Wisteria flowers falling
One by one.
A spring storm.
The pear blossom
Has nowhere to go.
Spring rain
Falling upon the apple,
Falling upon the mud.
The frog
Watches over its young
With a sour face
Early spring:
The swallow is at home
In the wind
The spawning frogs:
Tonight, these are
Croaks of pride!
The song of the blackbird;
Pear blossoms
Falling upon the path.
The blackbird finds its voice
Amongst the remaining
Cherry blossoms.
Early spring.
Through the rain
The song of the workmen.
Flowers of the lungwort;
The bee is drowsy
In the dampness.
Rain falling,
The day ending –
Spring drawing to a close.
The thin sparrow
Hops once,
Hops twice.