Buson, no16.

 

 

Two water-lilies

shining serenely

golden…

raindrop-dimpled pool.

 

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Buson, No15

 

 

Butterfly asleep

folded soft on

temple bell…

then bronze gong rang.

 

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Buson, No14

 

 

My two plum trees are

so gracious…

see, they flower

one now, one later.

 

tree

Buson, no13

 

 

At Takiguchi

voices calling

for a light…

darkening spring rain.

 

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Buson, no12

 

 

From the mountain temple

a sound of a bell struck fumblingly

vanishes in the mist.

 

Buson, no11

 

 

Sometimes the farmer

trots out to see

his scarecrow…

slowly he walks back.

 

Buson,No10

 

 

sweet spring shower…

enough to wet

the tiny shells

on the little beach

 

Buson,no9

 

 

on the shining roof

the boy’s abandoned

string ball

soaking up the spring rain

 

Buson, No8

 

 

Dancing: the fox treads

among the pale

Narcissi

in garden moonlight

 

 

Buson,No7

 

 

Winter woodcutter….

when your axe cuts

home I scent

unexpected spring.

 

Buson,No6

 

 

I can snore in peace…

the new year

won’t confront me

till tomorrow noon

 

Buson,no5

 

 

a sudden squall

and the bird by the water

is turning white.

 

Buson,no4

 

 

the angler –

his dreadful intensity

in the evening rain!

 

Buson,no3

 

 

treading on the tail

of a copper pheasant

the setting sun of spring.

 

Buson, no2

 

 

the beginning of autumn;

what is the fortune-teller

looking so surprised at?

 

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Buson, no1

 

 

longing for the grass

at the bottom of the pool

those fireflies.