Moritake, No1.

One fallen flower

returning to the

branch?…oh no!

a white butterfly.



Buson No 17.

Standing still at dusk

listen….in far


the song of froglings.



Issa No14

She has put the child to sleep,

and now washes the clothes;

The summer moon.



Basho No10.

A day of quiet gladness,

Mount Fuji is veiled

In misty rain.


Buson, no16.



Two water-lilies

shining serenely


raindrop-dimpled pool.


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Shiki. No6.



Planted rows of beans

and random clumps

of lilies….

prosperous islet!


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Issa, No13.



Sparrow family…

playing at hide and seek

in the tea bushes.



Basho, No 9.



Moonlight slanting

through all this

long bamboo grove….

and nightingale song.



Issa, No 12.



What a cooling breeze!

now all stifled


gaily sing again.


red flower

Richard Von Sturmer.



At the edge of a storm

Someone is heard

sweeping leaves.






Each wave turning over

leaves a trail of tiny shells

and petals of bush clover.



Chiyo-Ni, no 7


Dragonfly hunter

how far has he travelled

today, I wonder.







From the mountain pass

see the sunlit

castle town…

flying new-year kites.


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Issa. No11.



Dew evaporates

and all our world

is dew…so dear,

so fresh, so fleeting.


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Ringai. No1



In these dark waters

drawn up from

my frozen well

glitterings of spring.


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Buson, No15



Butterfly asleep

folded soft on

temple bell…

then bronze gong rang.


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Chiyo-ni, No6



Shocking…the red of

lacquered fingernails


white chrysanthemum



Shoha. No3



Yellow evening sun…


of the scarecrow

reaches to the road.



Buson, No14



My two plum trees are

so gracious…

see, they flower

one now, one later.



Basho, No7



An ancient pond

a frog jumps in

the splash of water


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Onitsura, No6



But see the mountain…

shaking with the

waves of heat

where the day has gone.


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Chora No2



The very planets

gleaming through

its silhouette…

frozen willow tree.


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Issa, No 11



stubborn woodpecker…

still hammering

at twilight

at that single spot.


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Basho, No6



Having tumbled off

his grass blade…

the firefly

buzzes up again.


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Twilight watering….

and please,

a cooling sprinkle

for wrens and crickets.


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Shiki, No4



Yellow firefly…

little lamp-flame

that to the

human touch is chill.


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Kayorai, No2



Two jade-green hilltops

stand in their

summer leafage



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Shiro, No 2



In summer moonlight…

glittering brooklet


down our village street.


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Shoha, No2



A wagon rumbling….

and out from the silent grasses

a sudden butterfly.


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Ryoto, no1



Someone is walking

over the wooden


the deep frog-silence.


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Buson, no13



At Takiguchi

voices calling

for a light…

darkening spring rain.


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The gay water wheel

in the valley

pours petals

from mountain cherries.



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Issa, no6.



That fat old bull-frog

sat there staring

back at me

with a sour face.


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Issa, no8



Ah bold nightingale

even before

his lordship

you won’t mend your song


Onitsura, No5



That dark waterfowl

although appearing


see how it floats!





Perhaps this voiceless

wanderer dreams

of flowers…

butterfly dozer.


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