Poems by Matsuo Basho
As they begin to rise again
... Chrysanthemums faintly smell, ...
A caterpillar
... still not a butterfly ...
Passing through the world
... Passing through the world ...
The petals tremble
... on the yellow mountain rose ...
long conversations
... beside blooming irises ...
It is with awe
... That I beheld Fresh leaves, green leaves, ...
The first snow
... the leaves of the daffodil ...
Midfield
... Midfield, attached to nothing, ...
In this world of ours,
... Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okite ...
Tremble oh my gravemound
... Tremble, oh my gravemound, ...
Basho's Death Poem
... only my dreams will wander&emsp ...
First snow
... on the half-finished bridge ...
Ungraciously
... a great soldier's empty helmet, ...
A bee
... A bee staggers out ...
The old pond
... Translated by Bernard Lionel Einbond MAFIA HIT MAN POET: NOTE FOUND PINNED TO LAPEL ...
