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Harvest moon

 Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
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Early summer rain

 Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
 two of them
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Old well

 Old well,
a fish leaps--
 dark sound.
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Sparrow singing

 Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
 open.
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Variations on The short night

 Below are eleven Buson haiku
beginning with the phrase
'The short night--'


The short night--
on the hairy caterpillar
beads of dew.
The short night-- patrolmen washing in the river.
The short night-- bubbles of crab froth among the river reeds.
The short night-- a broom thrown away on the beach.
The short night-- the Oi River has sunk two feet.
The short night-- on the outskirts of the village a small shop opening.
The short night-- broken, in the shallows, a crescent moon.
The short night-- the peony has opened.
The short night-- waves beating in, an abandoned fire.
The short night-- near the pillow a screen turning silver.
The short night-- shallow footprints on the beach at Yui.
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com The short night- a watery moon stands alone over the hill Maggie The short night-- just as I'm falling asleep my wife's waking up Larry Bole
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Evening wind

 Evening wind:
water laps
 the heron's legs.
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Blow of an ax

 Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.
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A bat flits

 A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.
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The spring sea rising

 The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
 and falling all day.
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Lighting one candle

 Lighting one candle
with another candle--
 spring evening.
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Listening to the moon

 Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice.
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My arm for a pillow

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

 Coolness--
the sound of the bell
 as it leaves the bell.
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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.
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The old man

 The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle.