In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell How soon it must die. - Matsuo Basho |
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar cracking in the cold.
- Matsuo Basho
|
A cold winter wind—
it stumbles suddenly
the returning horse.
- Yosa no Buson
|
Unfolding at the
hand of the glass polisher:
a camellia!
- Yosa no Buson
|
Don’t weep, insects –
Lovers, stars themselves, Must part. - Kobayashi Issa |
All the
time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing
mosquitoes.
- Kobayashi Issa
|
Source Texts:
Kyoto Journal, Yosa Buson
Poetry Foundation, Selected Haiku by Issa, by Robert Hass
Hello Poetry, Matsuo BashÅ Haiku Poetry
Famous Haiku
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