Matsuo Basho
A Caterpillar by Matsuo Basho

A Caterpillar by Matsuo Basho

A caterpillar,this deep in fall-- still not a butterfly. Translated by Robert Hass

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Winter Solitude by Matsuo Basho

Winter Solitude by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude--in a world of one color the sound of wind.Translated by Robert Hass

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With A Warbler by Matsuo Basho

With A Warbler by Matsuo Basho

With a warbler for a soul, it sleeps peacefully, this mountain willo

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Winter Garden by Matsuo Basho

Winter Garden by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. Translated by Robert Hass

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A Ball Of Snow by Matsuo Basho

A Ball Of Snow by Matsuo Basho

you make the fireand I’ll show you something wonderful:a big ball of snow!

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A Cool Fall Night by Matsuo Basho

A Cool Fall Night by Matsuo Basho

At a hermitage: A cool fall night--getting dinner, we peeled eggplants, cucumbers. Translated by Robert Hass

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Wrapping The Rice Cakes by Matsuo Basho

Wrapping The Rice Cakes by Matsuo Basho

Wrapping the rice cakes,with one hand she fingers back her hair.Translated by Robert Hass

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A Cold Rain Starting by Matsuo Basho

A Cold Rain Starting by Matsuo Basho

A cold rain startingAnd no hat --So?

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Winter Downpour by Matsuo Basho

Winter Downpour by Matsuo Basho

Winter downpour - even the monkey needs a raincoat.

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A Cuckoo Cries by Matsuo Basho

A Cuckoo Cries by Matsuo Basho

a cuckoo criesand through a thicket of bamboothe late moon shines

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A Cicada Shell by Matsuo Basho

A Cicada Shell by Matsuo Basho

A cicada shell;it sang itself utterly away.Translated by R.H. Blyth

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A Bee by Matsuo Basho

A Bee by Matsuo Basho

A beestaggers out of the peony.Translated by Robert Hass

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With Every Gust Of Wind by Matsuo Basho

With Every Gust Of Wind by Matsuo Basho

With every gust of wind,the butterfly changes its placeon the willow.

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Wrapping Dumplings by Matsuo Basho

Wrapping Dumplings by Matsuo Basho

Wrapping dumplings in bamboo leaves, with one finger she tidies her hair

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Winter Seclusion by Matsuo Basho

Winter Seclusion by Matsuo Basho

Winter seclusion – sitting propped against the same worn post

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Year’s End, by Matsuo Basho

Year’s End, by Matsuo Basho

Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.Translated by: Lucien Stryk

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Won’t You Come And See by Matsuo Basho

Won’t You Come And See by Matsuo Basho

Won't you come and seeloneliness? Just one leaffrom the kiri tree.

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A Field Of Cotton by Matsuo Basho

A Field Of Cotton by Matsuo Basho

A field of cotton--as if the moon had flowered. Translated by Robert Hass

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A Snowy Morning by Matsuo Basho

A Snowy Morning by Matsuo Basho

A snowy morning-- by myself, chewing on dried salmon. Translated by Robert Hass

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Autumn Moonlight by Matsuo Basho

Autumn Moonlight by Matsuo Basho

Autumn moonlight-- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. Translated by Robert Hass

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A Bee by Matsuo Basho

A Bee by Matsuo Basho

A bee staggers out of the peony. Translated by Robert Hass

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Don’T Imitate Me by Matsuo Basho

Don’T Imitate Me by Matsuo Basho

Don't imitate me;it's as boring as the two halves of a melon. Translated by Robert Hass

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Collection Of Six Haiku by Matsuo Basho

Collection Of Six Haiku by Matsuo Basho

Waking in the night; the lamp is low, the oil freezing. It has rained enough to turn the stubble on the field black. Winter rain falls on the cow-shed; a cock crows. The leeks ...

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A Monk Sips Morning Tea by Matsuo Basho

A Monk Sips Morning Tea by Matsuo Basho

A monk sips morning tea,it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. Translated by Robert Hass

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Winter Solitude by Matsuo Basho

Winter Solitude by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude--in a world of one color the sound of wind.Translated by Robert Hass

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A Weathered Skeleton by Matsuo Basho

A Weathered Skeleton by Matsuo Basho

A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife

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Coolness Of The Melons by Matsuo Basho

Coolness Of The Melons by Matsuo Basho

Coolness of the melonsflecked with mud in the morning dew.Translated by Robert Hass

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A Cool Fall Night by Matsuo Basho

A Cool Fall Night by Matsuo Basho

At a hermitage: A cool fall night--getting dinner, we peeled eggplants, cucumbers. Translated by Robert Hass

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Basho’s Death Poem by Matsuo Basho

Basho’s Death Poem by Matsuo Basho

Sick on my journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors

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Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho

Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho

Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green. The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut ...

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Bitter–tasting Ice by Matsuo Basho

Bitter–tasting Ice by Matsuo Basho

Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseri Bitter–tasting ice — Just enough to wet the throat Of a sewer rat.

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First Day Of Spring by Matsuo Basho

First Day Of Spring by Matsuo Basho

First day of spring--I keep thinking about the end of autumn.Translated by Robert Hass

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An Old Pond by Matsuo Basho

An Old Pond by Matsuo Basho

old pond.....a frog leaps inwater's sound

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Bush Warbler by Matsuo Basho

Bush Warbler by Matsuo Basho

Bush warbler:shits on the rice cakes on the porch rail. Translated by Robert Hass

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A Caterpillar by Matsuo Basho

A Caterpillar by Matsuo Basho

A caterpillar,this deep in fall-- still not a butterfly. Translated by Robert Hass

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First Winter Rain by Matsuo Basho

First Winter Rain by Matsuo Basho

First winter rain--even the monkey seems to want a raincoat.Translated by Robert Hass

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The Old Pond by Matsuo Basho

The Old Pond by Matsuo Basho

Following are several translationsof the 'Old Pond' poem, which may bethe most famous of all haiku:Furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto - BashoLiteral TranslationFu-ru ...

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A Field Of Cotton by Matsuo Basho

A Field Of Cotton by Matsuo Basho

A field of cotton--as if the moon had flowered. Translated by Robert Hass

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Blowing Stones by Matsuo Basho

Blowing Stones by Matsuo Basho

Blowing stonesalong the road on Mount Asama, the autumn wind.Translated by Robert Hass

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A Strange Flower by Matsuo Basho

A Strange Flower by Matsuo Basho

a strange flowerfor birds and butterfliesthe autumn sky

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A Cold Rain Starting by Matsuo Basho

A Cold Rain Starting by Matsuo Basho

A cold rain startingAnd no hat --So?

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The Dragonfly by Matsuo Basho

The Dragonfly by Matsuo Basho

The dragonflycan't quite land on that blade of grass. Translated by Robert Hass

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What Fish Feel by Matsuo Basho

What Fish Feel by Matsuo Basho

What fish feel,birds feel, I don't know-- the year ending. Translated by Robert Hass

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In This World Of Ours, by Matsuo Basho

In This World Of Ours, by Matsuo Basho

Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okite Sate sono ato wa shinuru bakari zo In this world of ours, We eat only to cast out, Sleep only to wake, And what comes after all that Is ...

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A Wild Sea by Matsuo Basho

A Wild Sea by Matsuo Basho

A wild sea-In the distance over SadoThe Milky Way

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A Cicada Shell by Matsuo Basho

A Cicada Shell by Matsuo Basho

A cicada shell;it sang itself utterly away.Translated by R.H. Blyth

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A Ball Of Snow by Matsuo Basho

A Ball Of Snow by Matsuo Basho

you make the fireand I’ll show you something wonderful:a big ball of snow!

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How Admirable by Matsuo Basho

How Admirable by Matsuo Basho

How admirable!to see lightning and not think life is fleeting.Translated by Robert Hass

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Stillness by Matsuo Basho

Stillness by Matsuo Basho

Stillness--the cicada's cry drills into the rocks. Translated by Robert Hass

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Winter Garden by Matsuo Basho

Winter Garden by Matsuo Basho

Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. Translated by Robert Hass

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