For stars and stardust, from The Star By My Head, Poets from Sweden, edited and translated by Malena Mörling and Jonas Ellerström.
from Eleven Hundred Eighty One / by Bruno K. Öijer, b. 1951
for your sake we should say
that you are standing on a cold, drafty castle courtyard
For sun threads and an hour less of morning, from The FSG Book of Twentieth Century Latin American Poetry, edited by Ilan Stavans.
from Weaving the Morning / by João Cabral de Melo Neto (9 January 1920 – 9 October 1999), translated by Galway Kinnell
One rooster does not weave a morning,
he will always need the other roosters.
For star watching and deer, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Japanese Figures / by Anonymous (Japanese)
Feet of the lantern bearer
move in the dark
For girls and tomorrows, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Three Pampas Indian Songs / by Anonymous, South American
We bury the dark thought in the ashes
And say nothing, not to add to our trouble.
For happy endings, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Creation of the Moon / by Anonymous (Caxinua/Amazon)
So the head started to think what it would turn into.
If it turned into water they would drink it.
If it turned into earth they would walk on it.
If it turned into a house they would live on it.
If it turned into a steer they would kill it and eat it.
For wind and winter, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Chinese Figures / by Anonymous
A judge decides for ten reasons
nine of which nobody knows
For the trees, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from Berber Song / by Anonymous (Kabylia folk song)
For her I sold
My orchard of fig trees.
For dreams, from Selected Translations, by W.S. Merwin.
from The Dream / by Anonymous (Eskimo/1969)
I dreamed you
walking on the shore
over the little stones
For beauty like a cypress, from Selected Translations, by WS Merwin.
from Maido / by Anonymous, Greek modern ballad collection, translated by WS Merwin
Maido is there, Maido
in a palace of mirrors
holding a mirror
Jane Hirshfield reminds me of Basho, and look! She translated this one. The whole haiku is beautiful; but, to send you looking for it, here’s your fragment.
(In its entirety: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178450)
from In Kyoto / by Basho trans. by Jane Hirshfield
I long for Kyoto.
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