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Matsuo Basho Poems

A collection of select Matsuo Basho famous poems that were written by Matsuo Basho or written about the poet by other famous poets. PoetrySoup is a comprehensive educational resource of the greatest poems and poets on history.

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by Basho, Matsuo
In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscus . . .
A lovely sunset...Read More



by Basho, Matsuo
From time to time
The clouds give rest
To the moon-beholders....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 First winter rain--
even the monkey
 seems to want a raincoat....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 Autumn moonlight--
 a worm digs silently
 into the chestnut....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 Following are several translations
of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be
the most famous of all haiku:

Furuike ya 
kawazu tobikomu 
mizu no oto

 -- Basho



Literal Translation

Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,...Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again. ...Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 A bee
staggers out
 of the peony....Read More



by Basho, Matsuo
 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...Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die. ...Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 The dragonfly
can't quite land
 on that blade of grass....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 First snow
falling
 on the half-finished bridge....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
 the end of autumn....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
 the chrysanthemum's flowering....Read More

by Basho, Matsuo
 A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
 still not a butterfly....Read More