Buson, no16.

 

 

Two water-lilies

shining serenely

golden…

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, No14.

 

 

Sparrow family…

playing at hide and seek

in the tea bushes.

 

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Basho, No 9.

 

 

Moonlight slanting

through all this

long bamboo grove….

and nightingale song.

 

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Issa, No 13.

 

 

What a cooling breeze!

now all stifled

grasshoppers

gaily sing again.

 

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Richard Von Sturmer.

 

 

At the edge of a storm

Someone is heard

sweeping leaves.

 

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Basho,No8

 

 

Each wave turning over

leaves a trail of tiny shells

and petals of bush clover.

 

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Chiyo-Ni, no 7

 

Dragonfly hunter

how far has he travelled

today, I wonder.

 

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Taigi

 

 

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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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

against

white chrysanthemum

 

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Shoha. No3

 

 

Yellow evening sun…

long-shadow

of the scarecrow

reaches to the road.

 

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Buson, No14

 

 

My two plum trees are

so gracious…

see, they flower

one now, one later.

 

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Basho, No7

 

 

An ancient pond

a frog jumps in

the splash of water

 

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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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Kikaku,No1

 

 

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

mirror-images.

 

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Shiro, No 2

 

 

In summer moonlight…

glittering brooklet

running

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

bridge…hear

the deep frog-silence.

 

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Buson, no13

 

 

At Takiguchi

voices calling

for a light…

darkening spring rain.

 

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Chigetsu,no2

 

The gay water wheel

in the valley

pours petals

from mountain cherries.

 

 

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Onitsura, No5

 

 

That dark waterfowl

although appearing

weighted…

see how it floats!

 

Reikan,No1

 

 

Perhaps this voiceless

wanderer dreams

of flowers…

butterfly dozer.

 

Buson, no12

 

 

From the mountain temple

a sound of a bell struck fumblingly

vanishes in the mist.

 

Izen, no2.

 

 

Ah roadside scarecrow

we’ve hardly

started gabbing…

and I have to go.

 

Sotoba, no1

 

 

O springtime twilight…

precious moment

worth to me

a thousand pieces.

 

Shoha ,no1

 

 

a baby sparrow…

hopping

with curiosity

to watch my brushwork.

 

 

Kyoroku,no1

 

 

Blown cherry blossoms

fall and float

upon the cold

rice-paddy waters.

 

Bakushi, no1

 

 

Flooded paddy fields…

the lake has come

to town all green

with rice seedlings.

 

Shintoku,No1

 

 

Dull-dreary rain-day…

dripping past

my gate a girl

bearing irises

 

Buson,No10

 

 

sweet spring shower…

enough to wet

the tiny shells

on the little beach

 

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