Frank Corcoran

Irish Composer

The wren
Earns his living
Noiselessly.

– Kobayahsi Issa

From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders.

– Matsuo Bash?

Over-ripe sushi,
The Master
Is full of regret.

– Yosa Buson

Consider me
As one who loved poetry
And persimmons.

– Masaoaka Shiki

In the cicada’s cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.

– Matsuo Bash?

Blowing from the west
Fallen leaves gather
In the east.

– Yosa Buson

Winter seclusion –
Listening, that evening,
To the rain in the mountain.

– Kobayashi Issa

Don’t weep, insects –
Lovers, stars themselves,
Must part.

– Kobayashi Issa

My life, –
How much more of it remains?
The night is brief.

– Masaoka Shiki

An old silent pond…
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.

– Matsuo Bash?

I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.

– Kato Shuson

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.

– Natsume Soseki

Sparrow’s child
out of the way, out of the way!
the stallion’s coming through

– Kobayashi Issa

Toward those short trees
We saw a hawk descending
On a day in spring.

– Masaoka Shiki

No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.

– Matsuo Bash?

In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscus –
A lovely sunset

– Matsuo Bash?

First autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face.

– Murakami Kijo

The lamp once out
Cool stars enter
The window frame.

– Natsume Soseki

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