My dear old village (Kobayashi Issa Poems)
My dear old village, every memory of home pierces like a thorn (Kobayashi Issa)
My dear old village, every memory of home pierces like a thorn (Kobayashi Issa)
Look, don't kill that fly!It is making a prayer to youBy rubbing its hands and feet.(Kobayashi Issa)
Oh snail,climb Mt. Fuji,but slowly, slowly(Kobayashi Issa)
Writing shit about new snowfor the richis not art. (Kobayashi Issa)
The world of dew is, yes,a world of dew,but even so (Kobayashi Issa)
The pheasant cries as if it just noticed the mountain. (Kobayashi Issa)
The toad! It looks like it could belch a cloud. (Kobayashi Issa)
In the thicket's shade a woman by herself singing the rice-planting song. (Kobayashi Issa)
That wren-- looking here, looking there. You lose something? (Kobayashi Issa)
Napped half the day; no one punished me! (Kobayashi Issa)
Under the image of Buddha all these spring flowers seem a little tiresome. (Kobayashi Issa)
In these latter-day, Degenerate times, Cherry-blossoms everywhere! (Kobayashi Issa)
Under my house an inchworm measuring the joists. (Kobayashi Issa)
Visiting the graves, the old dog leads the way. (Kobayashi Issa)
Not very anxious to bloom, my plum tree. (Kobayashi Issa)
Napping at midday I hear the song of rice planters and feel ashamed of myself. (Kobayashi Issa)
Even with insects-- some can sing, some can't. (Kobayashi Issa)
No doubt about it, the mountain cuckoo is a crybaby. (Kobayashi Issa)
Children imitating cormorants are even more wonderful than cormorants. (Kobayashi Issa)
This moth saw brightness in a woman's chamber-- burnt to a crisp. (Kobayashi Issa)
Face of the spring moon-- about twelve years old, I'd say. (Kobayashi Issa)
Hey, sparrow! out of the way, Horse is coming. (Kobayashi Issa)
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. (Kobayashi Issa)
These sea slugs, they just don't seem Japanese. (Kobayashi Issa)
Not knowing it's a tub they're in the fish cooling at the gate. (Kobayashi Issa)
The moon tonight-- I even miss her grumbling. (Kobayashi Issa)
Asked how old he was, the boy in the new kimono stretched out all five fingers. (Kobayashi Issa)
The man pulling radishes pointed my way with a radish. (Kobayashi Issa)
The snow is melting and the village is flooded with children. (Kobayashi Issa)
Having slept, the cat gets up, yawns, goes out to make love. (Kobayashi Issa)
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