tsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara
is a dewdrop world
In 1819, when Issa was 57, his baby daughter, Sato, died. This poem is his response: Buddhist teaching proposed that the illusory world of the senses was like the evanescent morning dew, and that suffering was like unto this; but Issa’s heart cries out in his grief, “and yet, and yet…”. There is no comfort in this philosophy, to answer the depths of his fatherly heartbreak.
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I thought you might enjoy a post I wrote about the haiku of Issa for Psychology Today: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/turning-straw-gold/201104/issa-my-life-through-the-pen-haiku-master
Thanks Toni – I’m glad Issa has comforted you. I am in Japan right now. Cheers.
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