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Best Famous Matsuo Basho Poems

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How admirable

 How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
 life is fleeting.


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A field of cotton

 A field of cotton--
as if the moon
 had flowered.


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Wrapping the rice cakes

 Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
 she fingers back her hair.


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Moonlight slanting

 Moonlight slanting
through the bamboo grove;
 a cuckoo crying.


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What fish feel

 What fish feel,
birds feel, I don't know--
 the year ending.


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A bee

 A bee
staggers out
 of the peony.


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Taking a nap

 Taking a nap,
feet planted
 against a cool wall.


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First winter rain

 First winter rain--
even the monkey
 seems to want a raincoat.


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A snowy morning

 A snowy morning--
by myself,
 chewing on dried salmon.


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Stillness

 Stillness--
the cicada's cry
 drills into the rocks.


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Dont imitate me

 Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
 as the two halves of a melon.


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The dragonfly

 The dragonfly
can't quite land
 on that blade of grass.


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First snow

 First snow
falling
 on the half-finished bridge.


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A caterpillar

 A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
 still not a butterfly.


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First day of spring

 First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
 the end of autumn.


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Four Haiku

 Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the same green.
The winds of autumn Blow: yet still green The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry.


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The oak tree

 The oak tree:
not interested
 in cherry blossoms.


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Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


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Autumn moonlight

 Autumn moonlight--
 a worm digs silently
 into the chestnut.


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Spring rain

 Spring rain
leaking through the roof
 dripping from the wasps' nest.