This old village
This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Matsuo Basho
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This old village
This old village-
not a single house
without persimmon trees.
poem by Matsuo Basho
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The snow is melting
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Don't know about the people
Approaching my village:
Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
are crooked.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Under my house
Under my house
an inchworm
measuring the joists.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Don't worry, spiders
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Buying leeks
Buying leeks
and walking home
under the bare trees.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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Harvest moon
Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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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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A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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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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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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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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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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Visiting the graves
Visiting the graves,
the old dog
leads the way.
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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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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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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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How much
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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They end their flight
They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.
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Hey, sparrow!
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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