Ploughing the land
Ploughing the land--
not even a bird singing
in the mountain's shadow.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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A cuckoo sings
A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
to me, to the mountain.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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The pheasant cries
The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain.
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No doubt about it
No doubt about it,
the mountain cuckoo
is a crybaby.
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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Midfield
Midfield,
attached to nothing,
the skylark singing.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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The behavior of the pigeon
The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?
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poem by Yosa Buson
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Sparrow singing
Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
open.
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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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poem by Kobayashi Issa
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Winter garden
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
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poem by Matsuo Basho
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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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The dragonfly
The dragonfly
can't quite land
on that blade of grass.
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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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A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
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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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My arm for a pillow
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
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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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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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First day of spring
First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
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