Yosa Buson
Spring Rain by Yosa Buson

Spring Rain by Yosa Buson

Spring rain:telling stories,a straw coat and umbrella walk past

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Ploughing The Land by Yosa Buson

Ploughing The Land by Yosa Buson

Ploughing the land--not even a bird singingin the mountain's shadow. Translated by Robert Hass

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Early Summer Rain by Yosa Buson

Early Summer Rain by Yosa Buson

Early summer rain--houses facing the river, two of them. Translated by Robert Hass

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Old Well by Yosa Buson

Old Well by Yosa Buson

Old well,a fish leaps-- dark sound.Translated by Robert Hass

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Buying Leeks by Yosa Buson

Buying Leeks by Yosa Buson

Buying leeksand walking home under the bare trees.Translated by Robert Hass

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Listening To The Moon by Yosa Buson

Listening To The Moon by Yosa Buson

Listening to the moon,gazing at the croaking of frogsin a field of ripe rice.Translated by Robert Hass

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Not Quite Dark Yet by Yosa Buson

Not Quite Dark Yet by Yosa Buson

Not quite dark yetand the stars shiningabove the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass

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Blown From The West by Yosa Buson

Blown From The West by Yosa Buson

Blown from the west,fallen leaves gather in the east.Translated by Robert Hass

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White Blossoms Of The Pear by Yosa Buson

White Blossoms Of The Pear by Yosa Buson

White blossoms of the pearand a woman in moonlight reading a letter. Translated by Robert Hass

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Calligraphy Of Geese by Yosa Buson

Calligraphy Of Geese by Yosa Buson

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-- the moon seals it.Translated by Robert Hass

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Dawn by Yosa Buson

Dawn by Yosa Buson

Dawn--fish the cormorants haven't caughtswimming in the shallows.Translated by Robert Hass

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Hokku Poems In Four Seasons by Yosa Buson

Hokku Poems In Four Seasons by Yosa Buson

SpringThe year's first poem done, with smug self confidencea haikai poet.Longer has become the daytime; a pheasant is fluttering down onto the bridge.Yearning for the ...

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Sparrow Singing by Yosa Buson

Sparrow Singing by Yosa Buson

Sparrow singing--its tiny mouth open. Translated by Robert Hass

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His Holiness The Abbot by Yosa Buson

His Holiness The Abbot by Yosa Buson

His Holiness the Abbotis shittingin the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass

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Harvest Moon by Yosa Buson

Harvest Moon by Yosa Buson

Harvest moon--called at his house,he was digging potatoes.Translated by Robert Hass

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Washing The Hoe by Yosa Buson

Washing The Hoe by Yosa Buson

Washing the hoe--ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks.Translated by Robert Hass

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Haiku by Yosa Buson

Haiku by Yosa Buson

The winter river;down it come floatingflowers offered to Buddha.

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He’s On The Porch by Yosa Buson

He’s On The Porch by Yosa Buson

He's on the porch,to escape the wife and kids--how hot it is!Translated by Robert Hass

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Lighting One Candle by Yosa Buson

Lighting One Candle by Yosa Buson

Lighting one candlewith another candle-- spring evening. Translated by Robert Hass

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Coolness by Yosa Buson

Coolness by Yosa Buson

Coolness--the sound of the bell as it leaves the bell. Translated by Robert Hass

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My Arm For A Pillow by Yosa Buson

My Arm For A Pillow by Yosa Buson

My arm for a pillow,I really like myselfunder the hazy moon.Translated by Robert Hass

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Straw Sandal Half Sunk by Yosa Buson

Straw Sandal Half Sunk by Yosa Buson

Straw sandal half sunkin an old pond in the sleety snow.Translated by Robert Hass

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Evening Wind by Yosa Buson

Evening Wind by Yosa Buson

Evening wind:water laps the heron's legs.Translated by Robert Hass

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The Old Man by Yosa Buson

The Old Man by Yosa Buson

The old mancutting barley--bent like a sickle.Translated by Robert Hass

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The End Of Spring by Yosa Buson

The End Of Spring by Yosa Buson

The end of spring--the poet is brooding about editors.Translated by Robert Hass

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The Spring Sea Rising by Yosa Buson

The Spring Sea Rising by Yosa Buson

The spring sea risingand falling, rising and falling all day. Translated by Robert Hass

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Light Of The Moon by Yosa Buson

Light Of The Moon by Yosa Buson

light of the moonmoves west - flowers' shadowscreep eastward

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Variations On ‘The Short Night–‘ by Yosa Buson

Variations On ‘The Short Night–‘ by Yosa Buson

Below are eleven Buson haikubeginning with the phrase'The short night--'The short night--on the hairy caterpillarbeads of dew.The short night--patrolmenwashing in the river.The ...

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Elegy To The Old Man Hokuju by Yosa Buson

Elegy To The Old Man Hokuju by Yosa Buson

You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in athousand pieces.Why is it so far away?Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander.Around the hill, why is it such a ...

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Tilling the field by Yosa Buson

Tilling the field by Yosa Buson

tilling the field: the man who asked the wayhas disappeared

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Over-Ripe Sushi by Yosa Buson

Over-Ripe Sushi by Yosa Buson

Over-ripe sushi,The MasterIs full of regret.

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They End Their Flight by Yosa Buson

They End Their Flight by Yosa Buson

They end their flightone by one---crows at dusk.Translated by Robert Hass

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The Behavior Of The Pigeon by Yosa Buson

The Behavior Of The Pigeon by Yosa Buson

The behavior of the pigeonis beyond reproach,but the mountain cuckoo?Translated by Robert Hass

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The Willow Leaves Fallen by Yosa Buson

The Willow Leaves Fallen by Yosa Buson

The willow leaves fallen,the spring gone dry, rocks here and there.Translated by Robert Hass

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Blow Of An Ax by Yosa Buson

Blow Of An Ax by Yosa Buson

Blow of an ax, Pine scent, The winter woods. Translated by Robert Hass

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Before The White Chrysanthemum by Yosa Buson

Before The White Chrysanthemum by Yosa Buson

Before the white chrysanthemum The scissors hesitate A moment. Translated by Robert Hass

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A mosquite buzzes by Yosa Buson

A mosquite buzzes by Yosa Buson

A mosquite buzzes Every time flowers Of honeysuckle fall.

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A Bat Flits by Yosa Buson

A Bat Flits by Yosa Buson

A bat flits in moonlight above the plum blossoms. Translated by Robert Hass Yosa Buson

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