Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHOClapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHOThe haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
MATSUO BASHOOld pond, leap-splash – a frog.
MATSUO BASHOCome out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
MATSUO BASHOOld dark sleepy pool… Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
MATSUO BASHOI felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
MATSUO BASHOHow I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
MATSUO BASHOI am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
MATSUO BASHONot to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOBefore enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
MATSUO BASHOA thicket of summer grass / Is all that remains / Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOSadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
MATSUO BASHO