Ryokan – Part 3

It’s been a while, but I thought I would finish my period of reading Ryokan with my own little poem about him. This owes something to haiku of various kinds, and perhaps also to Robert Pinsky’s Impossible to Tell

 

ryookan
leaves the summer moon at the window
to watch over the cool grass
he sits
rocking back and forth
like falling maple leaves
in the ever-changing revolving autumn
his thoughts curl and loop
as characters in his writing
the brush swooping across paper
the old fool
drunkenly dances
dreams rush like blown snow
matsushimaya
the sound of pines
is no different in the dew-clean colours of spring
seasons change
a delicate haiku
his life has come and gone
like a dream
ryookan

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