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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hokku Poems in Four Seasons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The year's first poem done, <br>with smug self confidence<br>a haikai poet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Longer has become the daytime; <br>a pheasant is fluttering <br>down onto the bridge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yearning for the Bygones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lengthening days, <br>accumulating, and recalling <br>the days of distant past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly passing days, <br>with an echo heard here in a <br>corner of Kyoto.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white elbow <br>of a priest, dozing, <br>in the dusk of spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into a nobleman, <br>a fox has changed himself <br>early evening of spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light on a candle stand <br>is transferred to another candle <br>spring twilight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A short nap, <br>then awakening<br>this spring day has darkened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who is it for, <br>this pillow on the floor, <br>in the twilight of spring?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The big gateway's heavy doors, <br>standing in the dusk of spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hazy moonlight -- <br>someone is standing <br>among the pear trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blossoms on the pear tree, <br>lighten by the moonlight, and there <br>a woman is reading a letter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Springtime rain -- almost dark, <br>and yet today still lingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Springtime rain -- <br>a little shell on a small beach, <br>enough to moisten it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Springtime rain is falling, <br>as a child's rag ball is soaking <br>wet on the house roof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">@Summer<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the quietness <br>of a lull in visitors' absence, <br>appears the peony flower!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peony having scattered, two <br>or three petals lie on one another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain of May -- <br>facing toward the big river, houses, <br>just two of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a Place Called Kaya in Tanba</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A summer river being crossed, <br>how pleasing, <br>with sandals in my hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mountain stonecutter's chisel; <br>being cooled in the clear water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grasses wet in the rain, <br>just after the festival cart passed by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To my eyes how delightful <br>the fan of my beloved is, <br>in complete white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flying cuckoo, <br>over the Heian capital, <br>goes diagonally across the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evening breeze -- <br>water is slapping against <br>the legs of a blue heron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An old well -- <br>jumping at a mosquito, <br>the fish's sound is dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young bamboo trees -- <br>at Hashimoto, the courtesan, <br>is she still there or not?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After having been fallen, <br>its image still stands -- <br>the peony flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stepping on the Eastern Slope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild roses in bloom -- <br>so like a pathway in, <br>or toward, my home village.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sorrow while coming upon the hill <br>--flowering wild roses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Summer night ending so soon, <br>with on the river shallows still remains <br>the moon in a sliver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>@Autumn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It penetrates into me; <br>stepping on the comb of my gone wife, <br>in the bedroom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than last year, <br>I now feel solitude; <br>this autumn twilight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This being alone may even be a kind of happy <br>-- in the autumn dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moon in the sky's top, <br>clearly passes through this <br>poor town street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This feeling of sadness -- <br>a fishing string being blown by the autumn wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">@Winter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let myself go to bed; <br>New Year's Day is only a matter <br>for tomorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Camphor tree roots are quietly getting wet, <br>in the winter rainy air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A handsaw is sounding, <br>as if from a poor one, <br>at midnight in this winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old man's love affair; <br>in trying to forget it, <br>a winter rainfall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In an old pond, <br>a straw sandal is sinking <br>-- it is sleeting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yosa+Buson">Yosa Buson</a><div class=q>
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The year's first poem done, 
with smug self confidence
a haikai poet.

Longer has become the daytime; 
a pheasant is fluttering 
down onto the bridge.

Yearning for the Bygones

Lengthening days, 
accumulating, and recalling 
the days of d..."></div>
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