Haiku Harvest trans. by Peter Beilenson and Harry Behn

My wife bought this small 1962 collection of haikus at the Des Moines Library book sale for 25 cents. It has charming decorations by Jeff Hill in a pleasant blue.

My favorite selections tell a sad little story of loss as well as conjure up an arresting image:

That winter when my
      Faithless lover
      Left me…
How cold the snow seemed
                     Jakushi

Since my house
     Burned down, I now own
     A better view
Of the rising moon

                    Masahide