Blowing stones
Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Matsuo Basho
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First day of spring--
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Autumn moonlight
Autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
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Evening wind
Evening wind:
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Winter solitude
Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
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These sea slugs
These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
Japanese.
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That wren
That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?
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A bee
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Even with insects
Even with insects--
some can sing,
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The toad! It looks like
The toad! It looks like
it could belch
a cloud.
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Visiting the graves
Visiting the graves,
the old dog
leads the way.
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Hey, sparrow!
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.
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Napped half the day
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
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Seen
Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.
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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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They end their flight
They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.
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How much
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?
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The dragonfly
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass.
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The crow
The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field.
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Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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A bat flits
A bat flits
in moonlight
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