Quotes Tagged "haiku"

Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.

Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.

But for their cries, The herons would be lost Amidst the morning snow.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still... Iris, blue each spring

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

I laid down my faith, Now life makes more sense to me, Traveling lighter

When you are composing a verse, let there not be a hair's breadth separating your mind from what you write. Quickly say what is in your mind; never hesitate a moment.

light stills dust into the steel guitar strings

With many twists and holes Life is much like a golf game: Without bats you cannot Play

Leave each place you go Better than when you found it, My motto in life

Time and distance Both illusions of the mind No beginnings, no ends

Asks, he does… But Oh! A question so small…

Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too. -Stephen King, IT