Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.


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Matsuo Basho

First winter rain

First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.


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Matsuo Basho

When the winter chrysanthemums go

When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.


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Blow of an ax

Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.


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Old well

Old well,
a fish leaps--
dark sound.

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Winter garden

Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.

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Awake at night

Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.


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Evening wind

Evening wind:
water laps
the heron's legs.


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Blowing stones

Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.


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Coolness

Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.

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Kobayashi Issa

In this world

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.


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That wren

That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?

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These sea slugs

These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
Japanese.


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Matsuo Basho

A bee

A bee
staggers out
of the peony.


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Even with insects

Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.

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They end their flight

They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.


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Kobayashi Issa

Napped half the day

Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!

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Kobayashi Issa

Seen

Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.


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Hey, sparrow!

Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.

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How much

How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?

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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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