Haiku Guy (Soffietto Editions)

About this book

IN OLD JAPAN, deep in mountains by a lake that froze half the year, where loads of snow piled like top hats on the heads of weary cows; where gray slush filled deep ditches along the Shogun's snaking highway to more important places; in a land of snow where snow melted to the whispery tune of mid-summer's enormous mosquitoes; in a poor province, a downtrodden land where farmers tried to forget the rice tax as they passed the sake, sang the songs, and took turns simmering in hot tubs, cauldrons of steamy water that turned grimmer and browner with each bony, naked bather.