Three haiku by Soseki, written after seeing an apparition of a woman on a spring night.
The shadows of a spring night blend and blur,
But there amidst the blossoms I feel sure
A woman stands.
Not blossoms but the midnight stars of spring she plucks,
And weaves them into garlands for her hair.
There she stands so utter alone,
And beaten Spring draws slowly to its close.
[p 50-51]
~tim
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