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Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
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Old well,
a fish leaps--
dark sound.
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Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
open.
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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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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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Yosa Buson |
Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
two of them
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Yosa Buson |
Evening wind:
water laps
the heron's legs.
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Yosa Buson |
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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Yosa Buson |
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon.
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Yosa Buson |
Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.
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Lighting one candle
with another candle--
spring evening.
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