A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Matsuo Basho
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These sea slugs
These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
Japanese.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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That wren
That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Even with insects
Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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The toad! It looks like
The toad! It looks like
it could belch
a cloud.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Napped half the day
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
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Hey, sparrow!
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.
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Visiting the graves
Visiting the graves,
the old dog
leads the way.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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First day of spring
First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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They end their flight
They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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How much
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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My arm for a pillow
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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Seen
Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Not knowing
Not knowing
it's a tub they're in
the fish cooling at the gate.
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Having slept, the cat gets up
Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.
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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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poem by Matsuo Basho
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The man pulling radishes
The man pulling radishes
pointed my way
with a radish.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Midfield
Midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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The crow
The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field.
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First winter rain
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
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Summer night
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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