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| Matsuo Basho composing a Haiku |
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| Robert Hass |
A ball of snow
you make the fire
and I’ll show you something wonderful:
a big ball of snow!
and I’ll show you something wonderful:
a big ball of snow!
A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
staggers out
of the peony.
The old pond
The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
A caterpillar
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
still not a butterfly.
this deep in fall--
still not a butterfly.
A cool fall night
A cool fall night--
getting dinner, we peeled
eggplants, cucumbers.
A field of cotton
A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.
as if the moon
had flowered.
A monk sips morning tea
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
the chrysanthemum's flowering.
it's quiet,
the chrysanthemum's flowering.
A snowy morning
A snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon.
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon.
Awake at night
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
Blowing stones
Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind.
Cold night: the wild duck
Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.
First snow
First snow
falling
on the half-finished bridge.
falling
on the half-finished bridge.
Coolness of the melons
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew.
How Admirable
How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.
Midfield
Midfield
attached to nothing,
the sky lark singing.
Taking a nap
Taking a nap
feet planted
against a cool wall.
The dragonfly
The dragonfly
can’t quite land
on that blade of grass.
The oak tree
The oak tree
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
What fish feel
What fish feel,
birds feel, I don’t know—
the year ending.
When the winter chrysanthemums go
When the winter chrysanthemums go
there’s nothing to write about
but radishes.
Winter solitude
Winter solitude—
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
First winter rain
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat.
Sick on a journey
Sick on a journey
my dreams wander
the withered fields.
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