Kobayashi Issa Poems
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Kobayashi Issa
Writing **** about new snow
for the rich
is not art....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
neither of us moves....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
to me, to the mountain....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Approaching my village:
Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
are crooked....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
That pretty girl--
munching and rustling
the wrapped-up rice cake....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
make love....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
It once happened
that a child was spared punishment
through earnest solicitation....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
The toad! It looks like
it could belch
a cloud....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
The man pulling radishes
pointed my way
with a radish....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?...Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?...Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Under my house
an inchworm
measuring the joists....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
With my father
I would watch dawn
over green fields....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
In these latter-day,
Degenerate times,
Cherry-blossoms everywhere!...Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
The crow
walks along there
as if it were tilling the field....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
In the thicket's shade
a woman by herself
singing the rice-planting song....Read more of this...
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Kobayashi Issa
The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain....Read more of this...