The light of a candle (Yosa Buson)

Haiku is fun, no? Sweet, short poems - extremely distilled language - about poetic and poetry can be. Neh? I dunno. I have a fondness for them. Today's entry is a haiku by Yosa Buson.

It has superb visuals. It names the season. It links nature to a human experience. It wastes not a word. It uses a word's double meaning ("springs") to add a 2nd layer to the poem.

But, sadly, despite its key-on haiku-ic nature, I can't really get enthused about this poem. It doesn't strike me as interesting or unusual. It just seems fine to me. Technically, fine, but lacking spark (for me). How about for you?

Favorite line: "spring twilight"

spring twilight.