Poems by Matsuo Basho
First winter rain
... seems to want a raincoat ...
I like to wash
... In the droplets of dew ...
Clouds
... Clouds - a chance to dodge moonviewing. ...
On this road
... On this road where nobody else travels ...
A monk sips morning tea
... the chrysanthemum's flowering ...
A cool fall night
... eggplants, cucumbers ...
A man infirm
... A man, infirm With age, slowly sucks A fish bone. ...
Untitled
... Of brave soldiers dreams ...
crossing long fields
... frozen in its saddle, ...
deep into autumn
... still not a butterfly ...
the warbler sings
... among new shoots of bamboo ...
The Narrow Road to the Deep North: Prologue
... A different generation will celebrate ...
Spring rain
... Spring rain leaking through the roof ...
The butterfly
... The butterfly is perfuming ...
The squid seller's call
... The squid seller's call ...
