Kobayashi Issa Poems
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His death poem:
A bath when you're born,
a bath when you die,
how stupid....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
to me, to the mountain....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?...Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
make love....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!...Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?...Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick....Read more of this...
by
Issa, Kobayashi