M. Fiday: 9 Haiku
No. 1. Culture's beginnings: rice-planting songs from the heart of the country.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 2. Above the moor not attached to anything, a skylark singing.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 3. This bright harvest moon keeps me walking all night long around the little pond.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 4. As the sound fades, the scent of the flowers comes up the evening bell.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 5. The lightning flashes and slashing through the darkness, a night heron's screech.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller, Michael Fiday
No. 6. Where's the moon? As the temple bell is sunk in the sea.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 7. Clouds come from time to time and bring to men a chance to rest from looking at the moon.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller
No. 8. My eyes following until the bird was lost at sea found a small island.
Bart Feller, Linda Mark
No. 9. Sick on a journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors.
Linda Mark, Bart Feller