<h2><strong>HAIKU’S I LOVE</strong></h2>
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<strong>BASHO:</strong>

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Year after year

on the monkey’s face

a monkey face

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The winter sun---

on the horse’s back

my frozen shadow.

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Wintry wind---

passing a man

with a swollen face

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A group of them

gazing at the moon,

not one face beautiful

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Teeth sensitive to the sand

in salad greens---

I’m getting old

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HIS DEATH POEM

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Sick on a journey

my dreams wander

the withered fields

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<strong>BUSON:</strong>

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That snail---

one long horn, one short,

what’s on his mind?

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The short night---

waves beating in,

an abandoned fire.

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I go,

you stay;

two autumns.

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Bats flitting here and there;

the woman across the street

glances this way.

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By moonlight

the blossoming plum

is a tree in winter.

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The old man

cutting barley---

bent like a sickle.

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Plum blossoms here and there

it’s good to go north,

good to go south.

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A gust of wind

whitens

the water birds.

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A tethered horse

snow

in both stirrups.

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HIS DEATH POEM

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In the white plum blossoms

night to the next day

just turning.

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<strong>ISSA:</strong>

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<strong>            </strong>New Year’s Day---

everything is in blossom!

I feel about average.

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The snow is melting

and the village is flooded

with children.

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Don’t worry, spiders

I keep house

casually.

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Climb Mount Fuji,

O snail,

but slowly, slowly.

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Mosquito at my ear---

does it think

I’m deaf?

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This moth saw brightness

in a woman’s chamber---

burnt to a crisp.

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Even with insects---

some can sing,

some can’t.

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Even a fleabite,

when she’s young,

is beautiful.

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On my portrait:

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Even considered

in the most favorable light,

he looks cold.

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Fleas in my hut,

it’s my fault

you look so skinny.

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The old dog---

listening for the songs

of earthworms?

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The holes in the wall

play the flute

this autumn evening.

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From now on,

it’s all clear profit,

every sky.

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This stupid world---

skinny mosquitoes, skinny fleas,

skinny children.

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Insects on a bough

floating downriver,

still singing.

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HIS DEATH POEM

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A bath when you’re born,

a bath when you die,

how stupid.

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James Carman

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Kitty crunching crackers

Into meat powder paste

Lapping milk puddle

(whisker touches milk puddle)

Pink tongue

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Water Buffalo grazes

rice paddy

Crunchy Pudding
high on a journey
my tiger soul flies
frozen tundra fields

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Kosai

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Autumn ends

He didn’t leave behind

Even a snore

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Mumon Gensen

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Life is an ever-rolling wheel

And everyday is the right one

He who recites poems at his death

Adds frost to snow

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Bokusui

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A parting word?

The melting snow is

Odorless

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James Carman

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Even though moth eaten

It’s still warm enough

To die

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Seaside resort teepee

Fat Russian belly

floats Hari Krishna skis

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Kitty crunching crackers

Into meat powder paste

Lapping milk puddle

(whisker touches milk puddle)

Pink tongue

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Water Buffalo grazes

rice paddy

Crunchy Pudding
high on a journey
my tiger soul flies
frozen tundra fields

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