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Recently, Fay Aoyagi kindly translated one of my haiku and posted it on her blog.

春の夜の線路は北へ行く鎖骨／西生ゆかり
the rail in a spring night
is a collarbone
going to north

Compared to the original one, which has a rather dark atmosphere due to the strong impression of the kanji characters for “chain” (鎖) and “bone” (骨),  the English translation has a lighter sound and seems to be the beginning of a pleasant journey.

In the same blog, I also found Sayumi Kamakura's haiku, which describes a pale and solemn scene.

鶴ねむり眠れぬ天は雪を降らす／鎌倉佐弓
cranes sleep
the insomniac sky
sheds snow
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