wind-swept spirit

In this mortal frame of mine which is made of a hundred bones and nine orifices there is something, and this something is called a wind-swept spirit for lack of a better name, for it is much like a thin drapery that is torn and swept away at the slightest stir of the wind.

Matsuo Bashō, ‘The Records of a Travel-Worn Satchelʼ (after The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches, edited and translated by Nobuyuki Yuasa)

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haiku

A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window's hole,
the Galaxy.

Issa

The thief left it behind:
the moon
at my window.

Ryokan
tr. Stephen Mitchell

My own foolishness must be endured-- the window darkened by snowy bamboo.
gu ni taeyo to mado wo kurosu yuki no take

(A boat trip.)
The night is brief-- At Fushimi the doors are closed, at Yodo windows opened.
majikayo ya Fushimi no toboso Yodo no mado

Yosa Buson

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