Poems by Yosa Buson
My arm for a pillow
... I really like myself ...
Evening wind
... Evening wind: water laps ...
The spring sea rising
... and falling all day ...
Old well
... Old well, a fish leaps-- dark sound. ...
Calligraphy of geese
... the moon seals it ...
The willow leaves fallen
... The willow leaves fallen, ...
Blown from the west
... fallen leaves gather ...
Sparrow singing
... its tiny mouth open ...
They end their flight
... one by one--- crows at dusk ...
Washing the hoe
... far off, wild ducks ...
His Holiness the Abbot
... is shitting in the withered fields ...
Buying leeks
... Buying leeks and walking home ...
The behavior of the pigeon
... The behavior of the pigeon ...
Ploughing the land
... in the mountain's shadow ...
Straw sandal half sunk
... in an old pond in the sleety snow ...
