A Saucerful of Free-form Haiku

孤独な男になって泥乾く駅の階段

–川村道夫

What a lonely man I turned out to be
Caked with mud
On the steps of the station

–Kawamura Michio

雑草だから空へ太陽へ背のびした

–田口智

It was only a weed
But that’s the reason it reached out
For the sky, for the sun

–Taguchi Satoshi

木犀よく匂い死人のそこまで月が来ていた

–雑加茄子王

The stench of sweet olives
So much like rotting corpses
The moon was rising

–Saika Kazuo

戦死するため暗い波から異国を踏む

–横山林二

I

To die for their country
they cross dark waves
to tread on foreign soil

II

I step from the dark waves
into a foreign land
only to die in battle

III

To die for my country
I step out of the dark waves
and onto foreign soil

–Yokoyama Rinji