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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.

Matsuo Basho

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.
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Autumn Disappear Growth Myself Old
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
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Collection Rain River Water
The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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Age Deep Destiny Forever Home Journey Life Moon Old Sun Time Travel
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Balance Butterfly Leaves
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
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Oneself Solitude Sound Wind Winter
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.
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Awake Ice Night Sound Water
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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Butterfly Change Mindset Place
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
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
Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
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Drop Spring Tree
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Death Life Moments Poem
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
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Creation Life Master Poem Poet Time Writing
Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
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Children Moon Poverty Start
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree

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