All Poems

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The crow

© Kobayashi Issa

The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field.

All the time I pray to Buddha

© Kobayashi Issa

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

It once happened

© Kobayashi Issa

It once happened
that a child was spared punishment
through earnest solicitation.

Ducks bobbing on the water

© Kobayashi Issa

Ducks bobbing on the water--
are they also, tonight,
hoping to get lucky?

A cuckoo sings

© Kobayashi Issa

A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
to me, to the mountain.

Seen

© Kobayashi Issa

Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.

How much

© Kobayashi Issa

How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?

Blossoms at night

© Kobayashi Issa

Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.

Don't know about the people

© Kobayashi Issa

Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
are crooked.

Last time, I think

© Kobayashi Issa

Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face.

A huge frog and I

© Kobayashi Issa

A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.

Writing shit about new snow

© Kobayashi Issa

Writing shit about new snow
for the rich
is not art.

In spring rain

© Kobayashi Issa

In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning.

Summer night

© Kobayashi Issa

Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

I'm going out

I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
make love.

Don't worry, spiders

Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.

Even on the smallest islands

Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.

In this world

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

A bath when you're born

A bath when you're born,
a bath when you die,
how stupid.

Pissing in the snow

Pissing in the snow
outside my door--
it makes a very straight hole.