Why are you unhappy?
Because 99.9 percent
of everything you do,
and everything you think
is for yourself---
and there isn't one.
(Ask the awakened one, p.1131)
P.S. Kjo teme eshte hapur per te postuar ketu poezi te shkurtera te quajtura Haiku. Jane poezi te vogla, me dimensione prej tri rreshtash zakonisht, dhe me strukture rrokjesh 5-7-5.
Jane dominante ne Japoni, dhe sidomos ne Zen Buddhizmin, por kane influence edhe ne vende te tjera.
Pershendetje!
this autumn
as reason for growing old
a cloud and a bird
Basho
This autumn,
may I gather ripen fruits,
as rain blesses me.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
ASD... perseritje e firmes tende qe te mos humbe kur ta ndryshosh pra... :)
the full moon
seven story-songs of a woman
turning towards the sea
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
flm angeldust :)
viewing the moon
no one at the party
has such a beautiful face
Basho
po te germoni thelle eshte nje teme tjeter mbi haikut e hapur nga kunata ime (qofte mire atje ku eshte) All the flowers apo Arbushi sic njihet ketu. haiku me e bukur qe kam lexuar eshte e vellait tim qe e ka shkruar kur ka qen 9 vjec. lili e ka pas si firme per ca kohe po do ta sjell serisht ne kte temen e re bashk me ca tjera.
pershendetje
Memory is a kind
of accomplishment
a sort of renewal
even
an initiation
along this road
going with no one
autumn evening
Basho
old pond--
a frog jumps in
the sound of water
Basho
Uahhh shih c'gjeta! Edhe ky paska bere haiku :)
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Haiku (Never Published)
by Allen Ginsberg
Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.
The sparrow shits
upside down
--ah! my brain & eggs
Mayan head in a
Pacific driftwood ****
--Someday I'll live in N.Y.
Looking over my shoulder
my behind was covered
with cherry blossoms.
Winter Haiku
I didn't know the names
of the flowers--now
my garden is gone.
I slapped the mosquito
and missed.
What made me do that?
Reading haiku
I am unhappy,
longing for the Nameless.
A frog floating
in the drugstore jar:
summer rain on grey pavements.
(after Shiki)
On the porch
in my shorts;
auto lights in the rain.
Another year
has past-the world
is no different.
The first thing I looked for
in my old garden was
The Cherry Tree.
My old desk:
the first thing I looked for
in my house.
My early journal:
the first thing I found
in my old desk.
My mother's ghost:
the first thing I found
in the living room.
I quit shaving
but the eyes that glanced at me
remained in the mirror.
The madman
emerges from the movies:
the street at lunchtime.
Cities of boys
are in their graves,
and in this town...
Lying on my side
in the void:
the breath in my nose.
On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.
A hardon in New York,
a boy
in San Fransisco.
The moon over the roof,
worms in the garden.
I rent this house.
[Haiku composed in the backyard cottage at 1624
Milvia Street, Berkeley 1955, while reading R.H.
Blyth's 4 volumes, "Haiku."]
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
A gold bug -
I hurl into the darkness
and feel the depth of night.
Takahama
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