Poems by Matsuo Basho
On the white poppy
... a butterflys torn wing ...
souls' festival
... today also there is smoke ...
bush-clover flowers
... they sway but do not drop ...
None is travelling
... thoughts come - and there is loneliness ...
On Buddha's deathday
... wrinkled tough old hands pray ...
Wrapping dumplings
... bamboo leaves, with one finger ...
Collection of Six Haiku
... The leeks newly washed white,- ...
A cold rain starting
... A cold rain starting ...
This first fallen snow
... is barely enough to bend ...
A weathered skeleton
... in windy fields of memory, ...
But for a woodpecker
... tapping at a post, no sound ...
The morning glories
... bloom, securing the gate ...
A Ball of Snow
... and Ill show you something wonderful: ...
With every gust of wind
... the butterfly changes its place ...
the whole family
... all with white hair and canes ...
