Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOSpring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
MATSUO BASHOCome, see the true flowers of this pained world.
MATSUO BASHOYear’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
MATSUO BASHOWhy so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
MATSUO BASHOThe temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
MATSUO BASHODo not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHOMake 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.
MATSUO BASHOCollecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
MATSUO BASHOOn a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.
MATSUO BASHODon’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
MATSUO BASHOWinter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
MATSUO BASHOHe who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
MATSUO BASHOThe journey itself is my home.
MATSUO BASHOThe moon is brighter since the barn burned.
MATSUO BASHOApril’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
MATSUO BASHONot to think of yourself / as someone who did not count — / Festival of the Souls.
MATSUO BASHO