Bush warbler
again the bush warbler
perhaps another stroke
of good luck coming
inspired by
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
Translated by Robert Hass
Matsuo Basho
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bush warbler
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
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Wrapping the rice cakes
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.
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Staying at an inn
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
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The Warbler Sings
the warbler sings
among new shoots of bamboo
of coming old age
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A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
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First day of spring
First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
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With a warbler
With a warbler for
a soul, it sleeps peacefully,
this mountain willo
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Don't imitate me
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.
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Coolness of the melons
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew.
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A caterpillar
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
still not a butterfly.
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The morning glory also
The morning glory also
turns out
not to be my friend.
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The oak tree
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
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Midfield
Midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing.
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Stillness
Stillness--
the cicada's cry
drills into the rocks.
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When the winter chrysanthemums go
When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.
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How admirable
How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.
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The dragonfly
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass.
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A field of cotton
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
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First winter rain
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
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First snow
First snow
falling
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