Matsuo Basho Poems

Found 39 poems by Matsuo Basho.
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The morning glory also by Matsuo Basho
The morning glory also
turns out
not to be my friend. [ Read More ]

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A cool fall night by Matsuo Basho
At a hermitage:

A cool fall night--
getting dinner, we peeled
eggplants, cucumbers. [ Read More ]

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First snow by Matsuo Basho
First snow
falling
on the half-finished bridge. [ Read More ]

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First day of spring by Matsuo Basho
First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn. [ Read More ]

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Bush warbler by Matsuo Basho
Bush warbler:
shits on the rice cakes
on the porch rail. [ Read More ]

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The oak tree by Matsuo Basho
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms. [ Read More ]

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Winter garden by Matsuo Basho
Winter garden,
the moon thinned to a thread,
insects singing. [ Read More ]

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First winter rain by Matsuo Basho
First winter rain--
even the monkey
seems to want a raincoat. [ Read More ]

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Blowing stones by Matsuo Basho
Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
the autumn wind. [ Read More ]

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Coolness of the melons by Matsuo Basho
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew. [ Read More ]

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Wrapping the rice cakes by Matsuo Basho
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair. [ Read More ]

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What fish feel by Matsuo Basho
What fish feel,
birds feel, I don't know--
the year ending. [ Read More ]

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A snowy morning by Matsuo Basho
A snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon. [ Read More ]

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A monk sips morning tea by Matsuo Basho
A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
the chrysanthemum's flowering. [ Read More ]

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Spring rain by Matsuo Basho
Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest. [ Read More ]

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Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho
Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.

The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.

The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.

A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
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Don't imitate me by Matsuo Basho
Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon. [ Read More ]

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Stillness by Matsuo Basho
Stillness--
the cicada's cry
drills into the rocks. [ Read More ]

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This old village by Matsuo Basho
This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees. [ Read More ]

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A cicada shell by Matsuo Basho
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away. [ Read More ]

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Awake at night by Matsuo Basho
Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold. [ Read More ]

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