Kobayashi Issa, A Haiku Poet with an Enormous Heart

Kobayashi Issa, (1763-1827)

 

“Song of the Nightingale”.  Watercolor by the author.

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I have had “The Essential haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, and Issa” for a few years and have only really gotten to Basho. But recently reading Issa, (Issa means Cup-of-Tea), the world of haiku opened up in ways I didn’t expect. I have spent my Easter weekend delighting in Issa’s poetry, and it has begun to restore my battered humanity.

What is remarkable about Issa’s poetry is the compassion for the lowest of creatures (insects, etc.), the deep interest in the commonalities of life, compassion for humanity, and the celebration of the joyful celebration of the ordinary.

Haiku can be a perplexing poetry form. Recently I have read a lot of bad haiku. I’ve written about this before. (I’ve also written bad haiku myself) It seems people throw together observations and call it haiku. It generally isn’t. There are ‘rules’ and structures for this poetry form, and it seems that many people who attempt haiku have no regard for even reading or researching some of these fundamentals. If they started with a reading and research of renga, they would get some background of haiku, or hokku, which is what haiku was first called.

Renga, or linked verse, is marvelous to read. One poet starts with a three line poem, another picks it up, and so on. They can go on for a hundred linked poems or more. Usually accompanied by sake.

What was remarkable of renga, and later of haiku…is the shifts and dissolves that remind one of early surrealist films. And there are some modernist poets, like Ezra Pound’s XXX Cantos, or even better, Wallace Stevens’s “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” that comes near to the renga spirit, this shifting and resolve.

But the Buddhist tradition embraced this shifting and resolve. Renga, and then haiku, have a way of embracing this life, this transitory nature of all things.

I came across a part of a 14^th century treatise on poetry: “Contemplate deeply the vicissitudes of the life of man and body, always keep in your heart the image of mujo (ephemerality) and when you go to the mountains or the sea, feel the pathos (aware) of the karma of sentient beings and non-sentient things. Give feeling to those things without a heart (mushintai no mono) and through your own heart express their beauty (yugen) in a delicate form.”(from “Basho and the Way of Poetry in the Japanese Religious Tradition”)

Again, haiku isn’t as simple as it seems. But it’s direct, forceful and of a keenness that satisfies.

People complain of the ‘oddness’ of haiku. Perhaps it is this ‘shifts and resolve’ embedded in the form. To me, Issa has less of this than Basho or Buson. There is a directness and compassion of Issa that deeply involves the heart and eyes.

My words will not convince anyone. But perhaps examples of Issa will.

Lady Nyo

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Haiku of Issa: from The Essential Haiku, edited by Robert Hass

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New Year’s Day—

Everything is in blossom!

I feel about average.

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The snow is melting

And the village is flooded

With children.

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Don’t worry, spiders,

I keep house

Casually.

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Goes out,

Comes back—

The loves of a cat.

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Children imitating cormorants

Are even more wonderful

Than cormorants.

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O flea! Whatever you do,

Don’t jump.

That way is the river.

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In this world

We walk on the roof of hell,

Gazing at flowers.

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Don’t kill that fly!

Look—it’s wringing its hands

Wringing its feet.

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I’m going out,

Flies, so relax,

Make love.

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(approaching his village)

Don’t know about the people,

But all the scarecrows

Are crooked.

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A huge frog and I,

Staring at each other,

Neither of us moves.

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All the time I pray to Buddha

I keep on

Killing mosquitoes.

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What good luck!

Bitten by

This year’s mosquitoes too.

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The bedbug

Scatter as I clean,

Parents and children.

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And my personal favorite…

Zealous flea,

You’re about to be a Buddha

By my hand.

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A few of my own, struggling with the form.

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Dogwoods are blooming.

The crucifixion appears

White moths in the night.

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Tibetan earthworms

Bring a halt to all labor.

Here? Fat koi eat well.

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Radishes are Up!

From such tiny seeds they grow

My stomach rumbles.

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The morning glories

Twisting up the iron fence

paint random colors.

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Sorrow floats like air

Strong winds blow throughout the night

Plague of death descends.

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Pale lavender sky

Balances the moon and sun

The scale shifts to night.

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Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2013-2015

 

 

 

 

 

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