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Kobayashi Issa
The moon tonight
The moon tonight--
I even miss
her grumbling.
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Matsuo Basho
A field of cotton
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
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by
Yosa Buson
A bat flits
A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.
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Jack Kerouac
Haiku
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house
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by
Yosa Buson
Calligraphy of geese
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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by
Kobayashi Issa
Face of the spring moon
Face of the spring moon--
about twelve years old,
I'd say.
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by
Matsuo Basho
Autumn moonlight
Autumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
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by
Yosa Buson
Harvest moon
Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
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by
Matsuo Basho
Winter garden
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing.
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by
Matsuo Basho
Moonlight slanting
Moonlight slanting
through the bamboo grove;
a cuckoo crying.
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by
Yosa Buson
My arm for a pillow
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
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by
Yosa Buson
White blossoms of the pear
White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter.
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by
Yosa Buson
Listening to the moon
Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice.
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by
Matsuo Basho
Staying at an inn
Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
bush clover and the moon.
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by
Dorothy Parker
Two-Volume Novel
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back.
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by
Emily Dickinson
White as an Indian Pipe
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --
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Carl Sandburg
Whitelight
YOUR whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.
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by
Carl Sandburg
Flux
SAND of the sea runs red
Where the sunset reaches and quivers.
Sand of the sea runs yellow
Where the moon slants and wavers.
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by
Roger McGough
Mrs Moon
Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
rock-a-bye
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night
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by
Emily Dickinson
Each that we lose takes part of us;
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
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Jack Gilbert
Divorce
Woke up suddenly thinking I heard crying.
Rushed through the dark house.
Stopped, remembering. Stood looking
out at bright moonlight on concrete.
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Carl Sandburg
White Shoulders
YOUR white shoulders
I remember
And your shrug of laughter.
Low laughter
Shaken slow
From your white shoulders.
Where the moon slants and wavers.
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Carl Sandburg
Swirl
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me
I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
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by
Li Po
Resentment Near the Jade Stairs
Dew whitens the jade stairs.
This late, it soaks her gauze stockings.
She lowers her crystal blind to watch
the breaking, glass-clear moon of autumn.
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Wang Wei
Bamboo Adobe
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.
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