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Poverty’s child – he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

Matsuo Basho

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
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice… Or backyard love?
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Cat Love Starve
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
Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Old Pond
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.
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Home Insect Rain Spring
When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.
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Autumn Cold Feeling Lips Myself Talk Voice Wind
Year by year, the monkey’s mask reveals the monkey.
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Animal Character Deep Face Reveal
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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Flower Pain See True World
Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.
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Cry Death Flower
Friends part forever wild geese lost in cloud.
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Cloud Forever Friendship Lost Wild
When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
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Breathe Compose Dangerous Enemy Fall Hairs Mindset Tree Writing
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
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Live Nature Ourselves Tree
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end – tonight’s moon.
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Fall Moon Night Tree
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Desire Flower Moon Myself
Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
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Bloom Flower Poverty Truth
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
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Bridge Fall Snow

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