Yosa Buson Poems
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Yosa Buson
Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
The end of spring--
the poet is brooding
about editors....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Sparrow singing--
its tiny mouth
open....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Lighting one candle
with another candle--
spring evening....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Ploughing the land--
not even a bird singing
in the mountain's shadow....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
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...Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
in the east....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
The willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
rocks here and there....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Washing the hoe--
ripples on the water;
far off, wild ducks....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!...Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Buying leeks
and walking home
under the bare trees....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?...Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
STILL as the holy of holies breathes the vast,
Within its crystal depths the stars grow dim;
Fire on the altar of the hills at last
Burns on the shadowy rim.
Moment that holds all moments; white upon
The verge it trembles; then like mists of flowers
Break from the fairy fountain of the dawn
The hues of many hours.
Thrown downward from that high...Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice....Read more of this...
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Yosa Buson
The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
and falling all day....Read more of this...