Basho's Death Poem
sick on my journey
only my dreams wander
these desolate moors
Collection of Six Haiku
waking at night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing
it has rained enough
the stubble on the field
black
winter rain
falling on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.
the leeks
newly washed white-
how cold it is!
the sea darkens;
voices of wild ducks
are faintly white.
ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.
the squid seller's call
the squid seller's call
mingles with the voice
a cuckoo
four haiku
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
goes the heron's cry.
a bee
a bee staggers out
of the peony --
enough
old pond
old pond.....
a frog leaps into
water's sound
a monk sips morning tea
a monk quietly sips his morning tea
a flowering chrysanthemum
None is travelling
None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
The first day of the year:
thoughts come - and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
An old pond
A frog jumps in -
Splash!
Lightening -
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Clouds come from time to time -
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
In the cicada's cry
There's no sign that can foretell
How soon it must die.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
A cool fall night
At a hermitage:
A cool fall night;
getting dinner, we peeled
eggplants, cucumbers.
