None is travelling (Matsuo Basho Poems)
None is travellingHere along this way but I,This autumn evening.The first day of the year:thoughts come - and there is ...
Matsuo Basho Poems (149 Poems)
Collection of Six Haiku (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Waking in the night;the lamp is low,the oil freezing. It has rained enoughto turn the stubble on the fieldblack.Winter rainfalls on ...
Four Haiku (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Spring:A hill without a nameVeiled in morning mist.The beginning of autumn:Sea and emerald paddyBoth the same green.The winds of autumnBlow: ...
In this world of ours, (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Yo no naka wa kutte hako shite nete okiteSate sono ato wa shinuru bakari zoIn this world of ours,We eat ...
When the winter chrysanthemums go (Matsuo Basho Poems)
When the winter chrysanthemums go,there's nothing to write about but radishes.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Teeth sensitive to the sand (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Teeth sensitive to the sandin salad greens— I'm getting old. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
This old village (Matsuo Basho Poems)
This old village—not a single house without persimmon trees. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Bitter-tasting ice – (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseriBitter-tasting ice -Just enough to wet the throatOf a sewer rat.(Matsuo Basho)
Cold night: the wild duck (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Cold night: the wild duck,sick, falls from the sky and sleeps awhile. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Heat waves shimmering (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Heat waves shimmeringone or two inches above the dead grass. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Winter garden (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Don’t imitate me (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Don't imitate me;it's as boring as the two halves of a melon. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Stillness (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Stillness—the cicada's cry drills into the rocks. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
The morning glory also (Matsuo Basho Poems)
The morning glory alsoturns out not to be my friend. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
The dragonfly (Matsuo Basho Poems)
The dragonflycan't quite land on that blade of grass. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
First day of spring (Matsuo Basho Poems)
First day of spring—I keep thinking about the end of autumn.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Spring rain (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Spring rainleaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
How admirable (Matsuo Basho Poems)
How admirable!to see lightning and not think life is fleeting.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Bitter-tasti (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseriBitter-tasting ice -Just enough to wet the throatOf a sewer rat. (Matsuo Basho)
Wrapping the rice cakes (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Wrapping the rice cakes,with one hand she fingers back her hair.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
First winter rain (Matsuo Basho Poems)
First winter rain—even the monkey seems to want a raincoat.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Blowing stones (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Blowing stonesalong the road on Mount Asama, the autumn wind.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
The Narrow Road to the Deep North: Prologue (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Behind this doorNow buried in deep grassA different generation will celebrateThe Festival of Dolls.(Matsuo Basho)
Staying at an inn (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Staying at an innwhere prostitutes are also sleeping— bush clover and the moon.(Matsuo Basho)
Coolness of the melons (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Coolness of the melonsflecked with mud in the morning dew.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
A cool fall night (Matsuo Basho Poems)
At a hermitage: A cool fall night;getting dinner, we peeled eggplants, cucumbers. (Matsuo Basho)
Fleas, lice (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Fleas, lice,a horse peeing near my pillow. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
Bush warbler (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Bush warbler:shits on the rice cakes on the porch rail. (Matsuo Basho)
Basho’s Death Poem (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Sick on my journey,only my dreams will wander these desolate moors(Matsuo Basho)
Taking a nap (Matsuo Basho Poems)
Taking a nap,feet planted against a cool wall.Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)