Showing posts with label Basho. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Basho. Show all posts

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Haiku Roku


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