Not quite dark yet
Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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His Holiness the Abbot
His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.
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With my father
With my father
I would watch dawn
over green fields.
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Even on the smallest islands
Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.
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Summer night
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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Old well
Old well,
a fish leaps--
dark sound.
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Even with insects
Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.
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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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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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Hey, sparrow!
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.
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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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My arm for a pillow
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
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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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Napped half the day
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
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How much
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?
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Seen
Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.
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They end their flight
They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.
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First winter rain
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
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Under my house
Under my house
an inchworm
measuring the joists.
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