Winter garden
The moon thinned to a thread
Insects singing
Poem – Winter Garden
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Tag Archives: Matsuo Basho
Poem – Wrapping Dumplings
Wrapping dumplings in
Bamboo leaves, with one finger
She tides her hair
Poem – Wrapping The Rice Cakes
Wrapping the rice cakes
With one hand
She fingers back her hair
Poem – What Fish Feel
What fish feel
Birds feel, I don’t know
The year ending
Poem – Year’s End
Year’s end, all
Comers of this
Floating world, swept
Poem – First Winter Rain
First winter rain
Even the monkey
Seems to want a rain coat.
Under My Tree Roof – Matsuo Basho
Under my tree roof
Slanting lines of April rain
Separate to drops.
What Fish Feel – Matsuo Basho
What fish feel
Birds feel, I don’t know
The year ending
Winter Garden – Matsuo Basho
Winter garden
The moon thinned to a thread
Insects singing
Wrapping Dumplings – Matsuo Basho
Wrapping dumplings in
Bamboo leaves, with one finger
She tidies, her hair
Years End – Matsuo Basho
Years end all
Corners of this
Floating world,swept
Fleas, Lice – Haiku
Fleas, Lice
A horse peeing
Near my pillow
A Weathered Skeleton – Haiku
A weathered skeleton
In windy fields of memory
Piercing like a knife
A Strange Flower – Haiku
A strange Flower
For buds and butterflies
The autumn sky
Bush Warbler – Haiku
Bush warbler
Shits on the rice cakes
On the porch rail
A Bee – Haiku
A bee
Staggers out
Of the peony
I am a Wanderer – Matsuo Basho
I’m a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain
Poem – I Like to Wash
I like to wash,
the dust of this world
In the droplets of dew.
Husking Rice – Matsuo Basho
husking rice
a child squints up
to view the moon
A Man Infirm – Matsuo Basho
A man, infirm
With age, slowly sucks
A fish bone.
A Cuckoo Cries – Matsuo Basho
a cuckoo cries
and through a thicket of bamboo
the late moon shines
A Field of Cotton – Matsuo Basho
A field of cotton–
as if the moon
had flowered.
A Cool Fall Night – Matsuo Basho
At a hermitage:
A cool fall night–
getting dinner, we peeled
eggplants, cucumbers.
A Cold Rain Starting – Matsuo Basho
A cold rain starting
And no hat —
So?
A Cicada Shell – Matsuo Basho
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.
A Caterpillar – Matsuo Basho
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall–
still not a butterfly.
A Bee – Matsuo Basho
A bee
staggers out
of the peony.
A Ball of Snow – Matsuo Basho
you make the fire
and I’ll show you something wonderful:
a big ball of snow!
