Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Breathing Haiku

Vespasian Cough
 (after Shiki)

The snake has grappled
my throat.  I think I am about
to re-enter stone.

Note: as well as my own respiratory condition and the Roman Emperor's last joke, this is loosely based on a piece by Shiki, written shortly before his death from tuberculosis:

Masoaka Shiki (1867-1902):

hechima saite tan no tsumarishi hotoke kana

The snake gourd blossoms.
My throat is blocked with phelgm.
I am already a Buddha.

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