The little butterfly
moves as though unburdened by
the world of desire
Chō tobu ya
kono yo ni nozomi
nai yō ni
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As old age arrives,
considering just the day’s length
can move one to tears.
Oinomi wa
hi no nagai ni mo
namida kana
Issa, Kobayashi. The Spring of My Life: And Selected Haiku (p. 107). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.
