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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, sea, autumn wind, harvest moon, dark, darkness, dawn, day, life. First of autumn: the sea and the rice fields the same green hue. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The autumn wind like a ventriloquist projects its piercing voice. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Voices in the reeds? Ventriloquism of the autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch East and West united by the autumn wind into a single melancholy. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Seeing a friend off, his hunched back lonely in the autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Illuminating sawn-off tree trunks: the harvest moon. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch After pausing for harvest moon viewing, we must be on our way. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Our moon-viewing interrupted on Asamutsu Bridge, dark yields to dawn. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Consider lonesomeness surpassing even Suma’s: this deserted autumn beach. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The temple bell drowned in the sea, and where is the moon? —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My humble take on the world? Withered leaves at autumn’s end. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Withering flowers: out of such sadness seeds emerge. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Red on red on red, the sun relentless, yet autumn’s unimpressed. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch This lusciously cool autumn day we peel aubergine melons. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Cling to your leaves, peach trees! Autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch This whiteness, whiter than mountain quartz: autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Shocking the grave, my grief-filled cry: autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Spider, to whom do you cry? Autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How to reach safe haven? An insect adrift on a leaf. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
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