Classical Poetry of Hokkaido

Aoyagi-cho in Hakodate— how it aches with sorrow, my friend's love songs and cornflowers blooming

On tide-scented northern shores, where sand dunes rise and fall— wild roses, bloom again this year.

In the hush of autumn night, along this broad, empty street— the sweet smoke of roasting corn.

Staying at my friend's house in Otaru, even in my dreams that night— the sea kept calling.

At the edge of the world, I step from the train— snow-glow illuminates this lonely town where somehow I find myself, once again

Deep sea fog shrouds Kushiro— the train window glistens wet, and so my journey begins.

The mountains of Taisetsu gleam white with snow, while the Ishikari River quietly waits for spring.

Longing for the sea, counting the distant thunder of waves— in my parents' home, I became a girl again.

Across the wild plains, wind speaks— Taisetsu's peaks blaze radiant in the heart of spring light

Gazing up at Ezo Fuji's distant peak, I walk and walk and walk— yet the endless plains stretch on forever