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Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

Matsuo Basho

Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.
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Frog Old
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
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Goodness Hide Mystery Poem Reveal
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
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Memories Skeleton
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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Growth Nature Quiet Spring
Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?
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Bone Cold Deep Fragrance Nature Perfume World
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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End Fan Myself Old Summer
Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
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Age Fresh Mountain Nature Spring Time World
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
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Beginning Dawn Hands Moon Summer
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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Autumn Break Up End Leaving Myself Relationship Yourself
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Day Journey Myself Sea Wind
Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.
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Calm Rock Serene Sound
Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
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Fruit Imitation Myself
Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.
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Companion Humanity Leaving Mindset Mountain Universe Wisdom Yourself
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

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