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30 love haiku: three lines to say it all
30 love haiku, classic Japanese masters and modern voices, gathered into five movements: longing, presence, absence, the small thing, silence.
You know that moment when you want to tell someone something, and a long letter feels like too much. Three lines would do better. That is what a haiku is: seventeen syllables placed like a hand on a shoulder, without raising the voice.
When you love someone and the words won't come, it is rarely because you don't love enough. It is because you love too much for big sentences. Thirty fragments gathered here, classic Japanese masters and modern voices, grouped into five movements. For each poem, an echo. One small line that whispers what the poem refused to say out loud. You can read them all at once, or keep one a day. And if three lines feel a little tight, forty Japanese love quotes carry the gesture further, from kotowaza to Murakami.
Longing
First movement
Before anything has happened yet
We always begin here, in love. With what isn't there yet, and charges the air.
autumn arrives,
the stars long for their husband,
the deer's hide remembers
秋来ぬと妻恋ふ星や鹿の革
A whole year for one night, that's exactly the price longing makes you pay.
spring rain,
at night we love each other too
on Mount Matchi
春雨や夜も愛するまつち山
The rain plays accomplice, it covers the sounds.
sleeping alone,
deep in the frosted night,
suddenly I understand
一人寝の さめて霜夜を さとりけり
The missing wakes you long before dawn.
wanting to love,
I slip a single strawberry
into my mouth
恋したや苺一粒口に入れ
Desire always arrives before the meeting.
after the tremor,
adding "I love you"
to the letter
When death brushes past, you stop saving the I-love-yous for tomorrow.
the same message,
read thirteen times,
the coffee has gone cold
You're not rereading it to understand, you're rereading it so it stays.
Presence
Second movement
When the other is there, and you almost forget
The quiet miracle of the everyday. A mosquito waved off with a ladle, the grass that keeps the shape.
cool of evening,
my beloved chases a mosquito
with a wooden ladle
涼しさは蚊を追ふ妹が杓子哉
Love is also that clumsy little gesture you carry your whole life.
the grass,
it keeps the shape
of our night
The bodies are gone, but the grass remembers.
a little night wind,
in the hollow
we make for two
Two bodies lying together draw a third shape, and that one is empty.
shadow ahead, shadow behind,
the same step
as ours
atō ni nari saki ni nari aruku kage mo futari
We walk in time without ever agreeing to.
love fulfilled,
the fireflies wait quietly
for the day to rise
Dawn after love is its longest extension.
her bowl and mine,
in the sink,
for a long time
The dishes left undone, that too is tenderness.
Absence
Third movement
The comb under the heel
The peak. When what's missing becomes the sharpest thing in the room.
a chill cuts through me,
my dead wife's comb,
under my heel in the bedroom
身にしむや亡妻の櫛を閨に踏
Objects always wait longer than we do.
if only
she were here to scold me,
the moon tonight
小言いふ相手もあらばけふの月
Even your reproaches I miss, I'm finding that out now.
I go,
you stay,
two autumns
行く我に止まる汝に秋二つ
Each of us will have a season, and they won't look alike again.
December night,
a frozen bed,
that's all I have
The cold of one body in a bed has written half the poems.
winter mist,
memories of having held
and of having been held
The verb runs both ways: to hold, and to be held.
loneliness,
the glossy black of the phone
in the night
sabishisa wa yoru no denwa no kuroi kataku
The thing that brings you closer is also the thing that measures the distance.
The small thing
Fourth movement
A morning glory changes the whole day
Love is rarely the grand gesture. It's the small detail that rearranges everything around it.
a morning glory has taken
the well's bucket,
I'll go ask for water
朝顔に釣瓶とられてもらひ水
Love is not hurting a flower, even if it changes your day.
this world of dew
is a world of dew indeed,
and yet
露の世は露の世ながらさりながら
Everything is fleeting, and still we choose to hold on.
their small talk,
after the wedding,
wild strawberries
The best conversations are the ones you forget by the next day.
sweet rice dumplings,
even to my love
I lie a little
白玉や愛す人にも嘘ついて
The most tender lie is the one about the sugar.
under the hospital gown,
her shoulder,
small as our child's
Adult love finds another love through a body grown thin.
her face,
in the airport crowd,
I breathe again
You hadn't been breathing since boarding, you only know it now.
Shared silence
Fifth movement
Without a word, and that's enough
We always end here. With what love makes possible once we no longer need to speak.
without a word,
all day long,
a butterfly's shadow
Some presences carry no weight, they just move with the light.
I sigh,
and the cat on my lap
begins to purr
Silence with someone doesn't need a sentence to exist.
my dead brother,
I hear his laugh
inside my own
The dead keep laughing through us, that's their trick.
leave the dream
in the sand
where we slept
Not telling everything is also a way of protecting the moment.
tea drunk alone,
each day the butterfly
comes to see me
一人茶や蝶は毎日来てくれる
The most faithful meeting is the one you never agreed to.
day thirty-one,
the last window opens,
and we touch each other
Thirty days of waiting for one second, that's exactly the right price.
You'll notice something on a second reading. A haiku set on its own, opened on a precise morning, doesn't land the same way as the same haiku scrolled past in a stack of twenty-nine others. Not because it's more beautiful. Because it's alone, that day. Three lines on duty, with no competition, no feed, no next.
Seventeen syllables read at 8 a.m., that's exactly what a heart can hold before coffee. Nothing more.
One haiku a day, until her
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