Slow days
gathered
and drifted away
into long-ago days
Yosa Buson, haiku
...
Spring must have come
cherry blossoms fell
still, everything the same
I woke from the brightness of the world, glad,
and it was still a pitch-black winter night
How fortunate
that in the dark dawn it is only me
How truly fortunate
that you are still in the light
Remembering the slow days that have drifted far away
Waiting for a slow morning in the depths of a winter night
...
I came here to write down a haiku that rose in half-sleep,
but since sleep won't come and morning won't come either, I tap out a few lines
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Slow Days·삼팔광땡
Remembering Slow Days on a Pitch-Black Night
This English version was translated by Claude.
