haiku for architecture


spring


yin and yang

fiery passion – cool lake

we embrace

  • HAAK (8)


the Genius Loci

where mind awakens itself

and enigma takes over.

  • Shreya Sinha (5)


lotus and Lamborghini

conference beside

round lake

  • Andrew Stooke (6)


over the portal

the ivy grows

evening moon

Some landscape design?

Rather spend on cheap affect

One liner artworks

  • Nick Cecchi (6)


cottage

cruppers to make and

window flower

let in the awaited one

small-entrance key

for doors shoji

a fence of straw mats

mansion for sale

ceiling-charms color

sooner or later

in each hermitage

for a while he stays

then leaves

the shrine of Kamo

is a good shrine

uncertain transience

shelter from the rain

new is the parasol

dawn of spring


in all the rains of May

there is one thing not hidden -

the bridge at Seta Bay.

altar of Benkei,

Yoshitsune’s sword!...Oh, fly

the carp in May!

oh, these spring days!

a nameless little mountain,

wrapped in morning haze!

from what tree’s bloom

it comes, I do not know,

but - this perfume!

at this same inn

slept pleasure women too.

bush-clover and the moon!

song of the cuckoo:

in the grove of great bamboos

moonlight seeping through.

a village where they ring

no bells!-Oh, what do they do

at dusk in spring?

the chirps of baby sparrows:

upon the paper of the door,

dwarf-bamboo shadows.

May rain pours:

and now the frogs are swimming

at my door!


the plum trees bloom-

and pleasure women buy new shoes

in a brothel room.

yellow rape in bloom:

I come up to the priest’s house, and-

not stopping in, pass on.

the cherry-bloom has come-

a temple, in among the trees,

is what it has become

to cherry blooms I come,

and under the blossoms go to sleep-

no duties to be done!

the place where I was born:

all I come to - all I touch -

blossoms of the thorn.

a strange, strange thing-

in the house where I was born,

this morning’s spring!


so hospitably

waving at the entrance gate-

the willow tree.

a new year is starting, but-

it’s still just as it stand here,

this ramshackle hut!

in the thicket’s shade,

and all alone, she’s singing-

the rice-planting maid.

out from the hollow

of Great Buddha’s nose-

comes a swallow!

a morning glory vine,

all blossoming, has thatched

this hut of mine.

a shrine: here, keeping

far from the garden lights,

float wild birds, sleeping.


it is nice to read

news that our spring rain also

visited your town

  • Onitsura (2)

O moon, why must you

inspire my neighbor to chirp

all night on a flute!

  • Koyo (2)

when my canary

flew away, that was the end

of spring in my house

  • Shiki (2)

ho, for the May rains

when frogs swim in my open

door for a visit!

  • Sanpu (2)

I must go begging

for water...morning glories

have captured my well.

  • Chiyo (2)


in my house this spring

morning, there’s nothing...that is,

there is everything!

  • Sodo (4)

beyond stillness, a

far-off bell drowns the valley

in cool waves of air.

  • Kyorai (4)


my little hut

is newly thatched, i see...

blue morning-glories

  • Issa (4)

in the open shop

paperweights on picture books…

young springtime breeze.

  • Kito (4)

ashes my burnt hut

but wonderful

the cherry blooming on my hill

  • Hokushi (4)

overdressed for my thatched hut:

a peony blossoms.

  • Kobayashi Issa (4)

the temple bells grow silent

but the blossoms provide their incense―

a perfect evening!

  • Matsuo Basho (4)

spring snow

cascades over fences

in white waves

  • Suju Takano (4)


go back to our roots

design a primitive hut

GC can’t build it.

  • Anonymous (9)


aesthetic beauty

architectural blossoms

contractors crush them

  • Anonymous (9)


modernism thought

clean, simple complexity

function forms delight

  • Hawkins (11)


components align

within the mind’s eye before

single line is drawn

  • Hawkins (11)


architecture is

creation of science and art

elements merging

  • Hawkins (11)


follow the pavement

on the predetermined path

breathe in the sunshine


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