The Haiku and Poems of
Soseki Natsume
(1867-1916)

On New Year's Day
I long to meet my parents
as they were before my birth.

The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.

A red sun
Falls into the sea
What summer heat!

"The days grow long
I give a yawing to others
And part from them"

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.