Homage to Matsuo Basho
Descendant of a samurai family
Page and friend of the son
Of the Lord of Iga Province
Great haiku poet
Creator of word pictures
In seventeen syllables
Matsuo Basho
I salute you.
Lover of plum blossom fragrance
Of thin layers of mist
The rising sun
On the mountain path
And the pristine elegance
Of the rice planting song
Matsuo Basho
Are you still on the road
From the monastery
On Mount Koya
To Kyoto?
When I read your lines
I hear the sound
Of Japanese temple bells
And see the white and pink blossoms
Of cherry trees blow upon
Omi Lake in spring.
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scent of plum blossoms
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a big rising sun
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Inspired by Matsuo Basho - These cherry blossoms
so many angels
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these cherry blossoms
inspired by
so many things
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these cherry blossoms
Matsuo Basho
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From the blossoms of what tree
I don't know —
but this fragrance!
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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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The oak tree
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
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Blowing stones
Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.
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Petals of the mountain rose
Petals of the mountain rose
Fall now and then,
To the sound of the waterfall?
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The Whole Family
the whole family
all with white hair and canes
visiting graves
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Husking Rice
husking rice
a child squints up
to view the moon
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The she cat
The she cat -
Grown thin
From love and barley.
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None is travelling
None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
The first day of the year:
thoughts come - and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
An old pond
A frog jumps in -
Splash!
Lightening -
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Clouds come from time to time -
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
In the cicada's cry
There's no sign that can foretell
How soon it must die.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
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Chilling autumn rains
Chilling autumn rains
curtain Mount Fuji, then make it
more beautiful to see
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this path
no-one travels it anymore
except the twilight
haiku by Matsuo Basho
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On this road
On this road
where nobody else travels
autumn nightfall
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Wrapping the rice cakes
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Bush warbler
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
Translated by Robert Hass
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The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
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With a warbler
With a warbler for
a soul, it sleeps peacefully,
this mountain willo
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An old pond —
The sound
Of a diving frog.
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