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by Yosa Buson | |

They end their flight

 They end their flight
one by one---
crows at dusk.


by Yosa Buson | |

Washing the hoe

 Washing the hoe--
ripples on the water;
 far off, wild ducks.


by Yosa Buson | |

My arm for a pillow

 My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.


by Yosa Buson | |

Evening wind

 Evening wind:
water laps
 the heron's legs.


by Yosa Buson | |

The spring sea rising

 The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
 and falling all day.


by Yosa Buson | |

Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.


by Yosa Buson | |

Dawn

 STILL as the holy of holies breathes the vast,
Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
Fire on the altar of the hills at last
 Burns on the shadowy rim.
Moment that holds all moments; white upon The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn The hues of many hours.
Thrown downward from that high companionship Of dreaming inmost heart with inmost heart, Into the common daily ways I slip My fire from theirs apart.


by Yosa Buson | |

His Holiness the Abbot

 His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.


by Yosa Buson | |

Buying leeks

 Buying leeks
and walking home
 under the bare trees.


by Yosa Buson | |

The behavior of the pigeon

 The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?


by Yosa Buson | |

Calligraphy of geese

 Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
 the moon seals it.


by Yosa Buson | |

The willow leaves fallen

 The willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
 rocks here and there.


by Yosa Buson | |

Blown from the west

 Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
 in the east.


by Yosa Buson | |

Sparrow singing

 Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
 open.


by Yosa Buson | |

Ploughing the land

 Ploughing the land--
not even a bird singing
in the mountain's shadow.


by Yosa Buson | |

Straw sandal half sunk

 Straw sandal half sunk
in an old pond
 in the sleety snow.


by Yosa Buson | |

Not quite dark yet

 Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.


by Yosa Buson | |

Hes on the porch

 He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!


by Yosa Buson | |

The end of spring

 The end of spring--
the poet is brooding
 about editors.


by Yosa Buson | |

A bat flits

 A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.