Listening to the moon
Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice.
Translated by Robert Hass
poem by Yosa Buson
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A field of cotton
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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In this world
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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In the thicket's shade
In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Bush warbler
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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That pretty girl
That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Wrapping the rice cakes
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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Napping at midday
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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The crow
The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field.
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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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The moon tonight
The moon tonight--
I even miss
her grumbling.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Calligraphy of geese
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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Face of the spring moon
Face of the spring moon--
about twelve years old,
I'd say.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Staying at an inn
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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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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Winter garden
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
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Bush warbler
again the bush warbler
perhaps another stroke
of good luck coming
inspired by
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail.
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Matsuo Basho
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Inspired by Issa - your rice field, my rice field
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our dreams in tokyo
your rice field, my rice field
the road between that leads
to our sons in tokyo
inspired
your rice field
my rice field
the same green
-Issa,1815
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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Even with insects
Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.
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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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