My horse neighs to leave here now, but you plead with me to stay;
the sun is dipping behind the hill, and I have far to go.
Dear One, instead of stopping me, why not hold back the setting sun.

.….Anonymous,
(from Sijo Masters in Translation, http://thewordshop.tripod.com/Sijo/masters.html)

Climbing stairs to Zuisen-ji, I go deeper into the hills.
In the garden of the temple, narcissus lean against stones.
This imprint on my mind, a thought rings true, even stones have friends.

......Carmen Sterba in The Sijoforum
(from http://thewordshop.tripod.com/Sijo/sijo-index.htm)

Beneath wisteria clusters, hidden, I wait in purple.
perfumed by petals, these longings rise, twine, intertwine and rise...
rise to break apart among clouds...silently break among clouds.

......Debi Bender, in The Sijoforum
(from http://thewordshop.tripod.com/Sijo/sijo-index.htm)

 

It would seem to be a crow in the shade of a small maple;
or perhaps its a trick of the second full moon of the month.
But then, a man-made streetlight confuses my midnight reflection.

…..Larry Gross
(From Sijo Forum; http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sijoforum/message/4998)

Rising early each morning,
     I let her into the warm barn;

I pour oats, clean her stall,
     then fork more hay into the trough;

When she kicks my hand away,
     why do I think of my wife?

.....Larry Gross

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