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A Year in Haiku

Matsuo Bashō & others

17th - 19th Century

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WINTER
January, February


On New Year’s Day
the morning in town
comes irregularly.

Anonymous


First winter kimono—
may you quickly grow to
a naughty age.

Issa


To my cat
a New Year’s card
from its vet.

Yorie


Unable to wrap it
and dropping the moon—
the winter rain.

Tokoku


Year after year
The monkey’s face
Is a monkey’s face.

Bashō


Cold moon—
the gateless temple’s
endless sky.

Buson


Heaven knows,
earth knows, every neighbor knows—
parents don’t know.

Shishōshi


First snow—
just enough to bend
the narcissus leaves.

Bashō


In the eyes of the hawk
over the withered fields
sits the winter storm.

Jōsō


Frozen together,
what are they dreaming?
sea slugs.

Seisei


Coming to the sea
the winter wind has no place
to return.

Seishi


When I finally die—
weeds
falling rain.

Santōka


How warm—
the shadows of withered trees
stretching out their arms.

Tei-jo


Even a horse
arrests my eyes— on this
snowy morrow.

Bashō


The rough sea
stretching out towards Sado,
and the Milky Way.

Bashō


Now then, let’s go out
to enjoy the snow ... until
I slip and fall!

Bashō


On the mandarin duck’s wings
a dust of snow—
such stillness!

Shiki


How amusing,
it may change into snow—
the winter rain.

Bashō


In the abandoned boat
dashing and sliding—
hail.

Shiki


There’s nothing
he doesn’t know—
the cat on the stove.

Fūsei


Snow has melted—
the village is full
of children.

Issa


On a mandarin duck
its beauty is exhausted—
winter grove.

Buson


Are my youthful dreams
still unfinished?
this morning’s frost.

Anonymous


Crescent moon warped
coldness
keen and clear.

Issa


Without a companion,
abandoned in the fields
winter moon.

Roseki


Cold moon—
among the withered trees
three stalks of bamboo.

Buson


Its saddle taken off
how cold it looks—
the horse’s rump.

Hekigodō


The sea grows dark
the voice of the duck
faintly whitens.

Bashō


Flowing down
ice crushes
ice.

Gomei


Red berries—
just one has fallen
frosty garden.

Shiki


Trampling on clouds,
inhaling the mist,
the skylark soars.

Shiki


Shallow river
twisting west and twisting east—
young leaves.

Buson


Winter seclusion—
from my wife and children
I too play hide-and-seek.

Buson


As lightning flashes
he strokes his head—
the toad.

Issa


Snow
falls on snow—
and remains silent.

Santōka


The winter storm
hides in the bamboo
and becomes silent.

Bashō


Wolves
are keening in harmony—
snowy evening.

Jōsō


If it had no voice
the heron might disappear—
this morning’s snow.

Chiyo-jo


Dawn—
the storm is buried
in snow.

Shirō


Withered by winter
one-colored world—
the sound of wind.

Bashō


The winter moon
trailing its white glow
leaves the mountain.

Dakotsu


The snake flees—
but the eyes that peered at me
remain in the weeds.

Kyoshi


Having children,
you understand—
but too late.

Anonymous


Wintry blasts—
blown off into the ocean
the evening sun.

Sōseki


The salted sea bream’s
teeth are also chilly—
fish-market shelf.

Bashō


Blistering wind—
splintered by rocks
the voice of the water.

Buson


Today is also ending—
at the bottom of the snowstorm
a gigantic sun.

Arō


Sad stories
whispered to the jellyfish
by the sea slug.

Shōha


Winter rain—
I’m not dead yet

Santōka


Bleakly, bleakly
the sun enters into the rocks—
a withered field.

Buson


Sharing one umbrella—
the person more in love
gets wet.

Keisanjin


Catching up
and looking at her—
nothing special.

Anonymous


Hearing footsteps
splitting in two
the shadow.

Anonymous


Waving umbrellas
“goodbye” . . . “goodbye” . . .
gossamer haze.

Issa


Rustling, rustling,
the lotus leaves sway—
a tortoise in the pond.

Onitsura


A whole family
all gray-haired with canes
visits graves.

Bashō


Owning nothing—
such peace,
such coolness!

Issa


These useless dreams, alas!
Over fields of wilted grass
winds whisper as they pass.

Onitsura


The warbler
sings upside-down
his first note.

Kikaku


“I’d never lose
in a sumo match”—
pillow talk.

Buson


SPRING
March, April, May


Opening their hearts
ice and water become
friends again.

Teishitsu


The spring sun
shows its power
between snowfalls.

Shigeyori


Domestic ducks
stretch their necks
hoping to see the world.

Kōji


The tiny child—
shown even a flower
opens its mouth.

Seifu-jo


Spring rains—
a child teaches the cat
a dance.

Issa


Spring river—
a tiny wooden clog
floats by.

Haritsu


Each plum blossom
brings a single blossom’s
warmth.

Bashō


Without a word
the guest, the host,
white chrysanthemums.

Ryōta


The morning breeze
ripples the fur
of the caterpillar.

Buson


As the lake breeze
cools his bottom
the cicada cries.

Issa


Alone, silently—
the bamboo shoot
becomes a bamboo.

Santōka


Spring rain—
blown onto the bush
a discarded letter.

Issa


How delightful
walking on dewy grasses—
straw sandals.

Haritsu


Planting my buttocks
on a huge taro leaf—
moon-viewing.

Haritsu


Both partners
sport whiskers—
cats’ love.

Raizan


Flea bites—
while counting them, she nurses
her baby.

Issa


Worse than tears—
the smile of the
abandoned child.

Anonymous


Forsythia—
and radiant spring’s
melancholy.

Mantarō


The kimono for flower-viewing—
disrobing, I’m entwined in
a myriad of sashes.

Hisa-jo


The old pond—
a frog leaps in.
Sound of the water.

Bashō


Pear blossoms—
a woman reads a letter
by moonlight.

Buson


Spring sun
in every pool of water—
lingering.

Issa


Daybreak—
the whitefish whiten
only one inch.

Bashō


White plum blossoms
return to the withered tree—
moonlit night.

Buson


The child on my lap
begins to point at
plum blossoms.

Issa


The warbler
wipes its muddy feet
on plum blossoms.

Issa


In daytime “darken the day”
at night “brighten the night”
frogs chant.

Buson


Overflowing with love
the cat as coquettish
as a courtesan.

Saimaro


Spring moon—
if I touch it, it would
drip.

Issa


Spring chill—
above the rice paddies
rootless clouds.

Hekigodō


Joyful at night
tranquil during the day—
spring rain.

Chora


Motionless
in a crevice of an old wall—
a pregnant spider.

Shiki


Is the dawn, too,
still embraced by
hazy moon?

Chōsui


Lead him slowly!
the horse is carrying
the spring moon.

Watsujin


While I ponder
a snail
passes me by.

Anonymous


Spring rain—
I gave my yawn
to the dog at the gate.

Issa


The bright moon—
out from the sleeve
of the scarecrow.

Issa


A camellia falls
spilling out
yesterday’s rain.

Buson


With each falling petal
they grow older—
plum branches.

Buson


On the surface
of petal-covered water—
frogs’ eyes.

Fōsei


The trout leaps up—
and below him in a stream
clouds float by.

Onitsura


Come out!
you can almost touch
the spring moon.

Tei-jo


Squeaking in response
to baby sparrows—
a nest of mice.

Bashō


One sneeze—
and I lost sight of
the skylark.

Yayū


Skeletons
covered with adornment—
flower viewing.

Onitsura


Flower petals
set the mountain in motion—
cherry blossoms.

Hōitsu


Not in a hurry
to blossom—
plum tree at my gate.

Issa


The tree frog
riding the plantain leaf
sways.

Kikaku


Plum blossoms—
“Steal this one here!”
points the moon.

Issa


Spring passing—
looking at the sea,
a baby crow.

Shokyō


Only Fuji
remains unburied—
young leaves.

Buson


Mountain ant—
seen so clearly
on the white peony.

Buson


Spring rain—
just enough to wet tiny shells
on the tiny beach.

Buson


The cuckoo calls—
and the waters of the lake
cloud over a little.

Jōsō


On the hydrangeas
the weight of the morning sun,
the evening sun.

Otsuyū


Spring is passing.
The birds cry, the fishes’ eyes fill
with tears.

Bashō


The retreating shapes
of the passing spring—
wisteria.

Kana-jo


A child on my back
I picked a bracken shoot
and let him hold it.

Kyōtai


Under the trees
into the salad, into the soup—
cherry blossoms.

Bashō


The auspiciousness
is just about medium—
my spring.

Issa


Highlighting the blossoms,
clouded by blossoms—
the moon.

Chora


Her mother eats
the bitter parts—
mountain persimmons.

Issa


Today too
mosquito larvae—
and tomorrow again.

Issa


Spring passes—
the last reluctant
cherry blossoms.

Buson


Down a paulownia tree
the rain comes trickling
across a cicada’s belly.

Baishitsu


“Every woman . . .”
he starts to say,
then looks around.

Anonymous


“After you die
they’ll be valuable”
he tells the painter.

Anonymous


Mountains darken—
robbing the scarlet
from maple leaves.

Buson


The moon speeds on—
the treetops
still holding rain.

Bashō


Harvesting radishes,
he points the way
with a radish.

Issa


Shielding an infant
from the wind—
a scarecrow.

Issa


A rock
against the moon
sits big.

Seisensui


A shame to pick it
a shame to leave it—
the violet.

Nao-jo


Workers—
they laugh
in a single color.

Hakushi


Selling ladles,
he shows how to scoop up
nothing at all.

Anonymous


Chanting the Lotus Sutra—
only his lips
are busy.

Anonymous


Frogs grow silent—
noble humans
are passing by.

Rakukyo


Dragonfly on a rock
absorbed in
a daydream.

Santōka


Its face
looks like a horse—
the grasshopper.

Anonymous


Walking the dog
you meet
lots of dogs.

Sōshi


I write, erase, rewrite
Erase again, and then
A poppy blooms.

Hokusai


My Go rival—
how vexing
and how dear.

Anonymous


Very secretly
the medicine peddler
is sick.

Anonymous


Losing,
he straightens in his seat
and loses again.

Anonymous


Having given my opinion
I return home to
my wife’s opinion.

Yachō


Priding himself
on scolding
his beautiful wife.

Anonymous


Taking me along
my shadow comes home
from moon-viewing.

Sodō


Whatever they wear
they become beautiful
moon-viewing.

Chiyo-jo


Flesh getting thin—
these are thick bones

Hōsai


Kittens
playing hide-and-seek
in the bush clover.

Issa


Sudden shower—
riding naked
on a naked horse.

Santōka


As flies retreat
mosquitoes start
their battle cry.

Anonymous


SUMMER
June, July, August


Early summer rains—
lunging at the blue sea
muddy waters.

Buson


The cuckoo
with a single song
has established summer.

Ryōta


Early summer rain—
a letter from home
arrives wet.

Haritsu


Secret night rendezvous—
a mosquito was swatted
and died quietly.

Anonymous


During the day
the Buddha shelters behind
mosquitoes.

Issa


Even in a single blade of grass
the cool breeze
finds a home.

Issa


From the nostril
of the Great Buddha comes
a swallow.

Issa


“Don’t dare break it!”
but he broke off and gave me
a branch of garden plum.

Taigi


Even when chased
it pretends not to hurry—
the butterfly.

Garaku


Swarms of mosquitoes—
but without them,
it’s a little lonely.

Issa



The flute player
bitten by a mosquito
on the edge of his lips.

Kyoriku



Dashing into one another
whispering, parting—
ants.

Anonymous


Inhaling clouds
exhaling clouds—
mountaintop pines.

Anonymous


Even the clams
keep their mouths shut
in this heat.

Bashō


Across a pillar of mosquitoes
hangs the bridge
of dreams.

Kikaku


The dragonfly
cannot come to rest
on the blades of grass.

Bashō


Early summer rains—
even nameless rivers
are fearsome.

Buson


Each time the wind blows
the butterfly sits anew
on the willow.

Bashō


The voice of the cuckoo
slants
over the water.

Bashō


The season’s first melon
clutched in its arms
sleeps the child.

Issa


On blades of grass
frolic and roll on—
pearls of dew.

Ransetsu


A world of dew,
And within every dewdrop
A world of struggle.

Issa


Becoming a cow
would be fine—morning naps
and the evening cool.

Shikō


Dew cooling—
things with shapes
all alive.

Kijō


The stone-carver
cools his chisel
in the clear stream.

Buson


A hoe standing
with no one around—
the heat!

Shiki


The warbler
dropped his hat—
a camellia.

Bashō


On the temple bell
perching and sleeping—
a butterfly.

Buson


Sharing the same blood
but we’re not related—
the hateful mosquito!

Jōsō


Over the violets
a small breeze
passes by.

Ontei


Garden butterfly—
as the baby crawls, it flies
crawls—flies—

Issa


Dragonflies
quiet their mad darting—
crescent moon.

Kikaku


Rocks and trees
glisten in my eyes—
such heat.

Kyorai


The bat
circling the moon
would not leave it.

Kyōtai


Being hit
the gong spits out
a noontime mosquito.

Sōseki


Summer cool—
in the green rice fields
a single pine.

Shiki


The beggar
wears heaven and earth
as summer clothes.

Kikaku


Give me back my dream!
a crow has wakened me
to misty moonlight.

Onitsura


One person
and one fly
in the large room.

Issa


On my shoulder
is it longing for a companion?
a red dragonfly.

Sōseki


Mosquito larvae,
dancing a Buddhist chant
in the water by the grave.

Issa


Crazed by flowers
surprised by the moon—
a butterfly.

Chora


Burning so easily,
extinguishing so easily—
the firefly.

Chine-jo


Blazing sun—
whose barefoot child
is running free?

Kōyō


Dried grasses—
and just a few heat waves
rising an inch or two.

Bashō


The nurseryman
left behind
a butterfly.

Ryōta


Stillness—
seeping into the rocks
the cicada’s voice.

Bashō


How beautifully
the cow has slimmed down
in the summer fields.

Bonchō


In the morning dew
soiled and cooled—
dirt on the melon.

Bashō


Summer coolness—
lantern out,
the sound of water.

Shiki


At the sound of the sea
the sunflowers open
their black eyes.

Yūji


Octopus pot—
evanescent dreams
of the summer moon.

Bashō


Summer rains—
secretly one evening
moon in the pines.

Ryōta


After my sneeze
all is quiet—
summer mountains.

Yasui


Only the moon and I
remain on the bridge
cooling off.

Kikusha


Short summer night—
flowing through reeds
bubbles from crabs.

Buson


Summer rains—
leaves of the plum
the color of cold wind.

Saimaro


The cuckoo—
flies and insects,
listen well!

Issa


Pursued,
it hides in the moon—
the firefly.

Sano ryōta


White camellias—
only the sound of their falling
moonlit night.

Rankō


The fly on the porch
while rubbing its hands—
swat!

Issa


Each time
I swat a fly, I chant
“Namu Amida Butsu”

Issa


In my hand
its fleeting light vanishes—
the firefly.

Kyorai


Two old bent backs
sitting close, wrapped in
a shower of cicada songs.

Anonymous


They live long—
the flies, fleas, and mosquitoes
in this poor village.

Issa


Could they be sutras?
in the temple well
frogs chant.

Kansetsu


Recited on and on,
the poems of the frogs
have too many syllables.

Eiji


Where there are people
there are flies, and
there are Buddhas.

Issa


Oh, tranquility!
Penetrating the very rock,
a cicada’s voice.

Bashō


A sudden shower
drums down upon
the heads of the carp.

Shiki


Lightning—
yesterday to the east
today to the west.

Kikaku


Heat in waves—
in the stones
angry reverberations.

Kyōtai


How interesting—
running errands right and left
fireflies.

Kaiga


In the shimmering haze
the cat mumbles something
in its sleep.

Issa


Again and again
stitching the rows of barley—
a butterfly.

Sora


Evening glories—
the cat chewing the flower
has its mind elsewhere.

Buson


The fish
not knowing they’re in a bucket
cool by the gate.

Issa


Sudden shower—
and rising from the heat,
the broken-down horse.

Kitō


A pheasant’s tail
very gently brushes
the violets.

Shūshiki-jo


Walking along the river
with no bridge to cross—
the day is long.

Shiki


Trout fishing—
more fishermen
than trout.

Kenjin


“It’s much too long a day,”
opening its mouth
a crow.

Issa


An old well—
falling into its darkness
a camellia.

Buson


The summer grasses—
all that remains
of warriors’ dreams.

Bashō


The coming of autumn
determined
by a red dragonfly.

Shirao


My rice cakes wrapped in bamboo leaves,
her other hand holds
her hair.

Bashō


Morning glories—
blown to the ground
bloom as they are.

Issa


Tired heart—
mountains and ocean
too much beauty.

Santōka


Wanting to be logical
he tries so hard—
the drunkard.

Meitei


“Let’s pull them all”
says the dentist
generously.

Anonymous


She lowers
her eloquent lap
onto his silent lap.

Anonymous


Just asking them to fight,
he saved tons of money
and died.

Hakuchō


AUTUMN
September, October, November


The stars
have already opened
their autumn eyes.

Kōyō


Dearly, dearly
embracing the sun—
the fallen garden leaves.

Ritō


When I show my delight
they fall down faster—
acorns.

Fūsei


Early autumn—
the evening shower becomes
a night of rain.

Taigi


Early autumn—
peering through willows
the morning sun.

Seibi


Autumn begins—
ocean and fields
all one green.

Bashō


Dusk—
while the earth and I talk
leaves fall.

Issa


A grasshopper
chirps in the sleeve
of the scarecrow.

Chigetsu


All of a sudden
my first fallen tooth—
autumn wind.

Sanpū


Autumn of my years—
the moon is perfect
and yet—

Issa


The first goose
seeking its own sky
in the dusk.

Shirō


The fields have withered—
no need for the crane
to stretch out its neck.

Shikō


When they fall,
just as they fall—
garden grasses.

Ryōkan


This autumn
no child in my lap—
moon-viewing.

Onitsura


Loneliness
also has its pleasure—
autumn dusk.

Buson


Fallen leaves
fall on each other—
rain beats on the rain.

Kyōtai


A man raking—
the leaves keep
calling him back.

Anonymous


Before the white mums
hesitating for a while—
the scissors.

Buson


Dyeing his body
autumn—
the dragonfly.

Bakusui


Truly the autumn has come—
I was convinced
by my sneeze.

Buson


Wild geese muttering, muttering—
are they spreading
rumors about me?

Issa


Distant mountains
reflecting in its eyes—
a dragonfly.

Issa


The harvest moon—
“Get it for me!”
cries the child.

Issa


“It’s this big!”
forming a peony with her arms—
a child.

Issa


Today too!
today too! kites caught
by the nettle tree.

Issa


Autumn wind—
in my heart, how many
mountains and rivers.

Kyoshi


A floating sandal—
an object of scorn
to the plovers.

Anonymous


Out from the gate,
I too become a traveler—
autumn dusk.

Buson


Blown from the west
collecting in the east—
falling leaves.

Buson


More than last year
it is lonely—
the autumn dusk.

Buson


Deep in the mountains—
falling into my heart
autumn streams.

Shinkei


The old pond’s
frog also growing old—
fallen leaves.

Buson


The pine wind
circling around the eaves—
autumn deepens.

Bashō


The warbler
amid the bamboo shoots
sings of old age.

Bashō


Among the ears of barley
are you hiding your tail?
old fox.

Tesshi


Cool breeze
filling the empty sky—
pine voices.

Onitsura


To the mountain quietude
the quiet
rain.

Santōka


A triangle—
is the lizard’s head getting
a little longer?

Kyoshi


In my dwelling
friendly with the mice—
fireflies.

Issa


White dew
on brambles and thorns—
one drop each.

Buson


In the harvest moonlight
standing nonchalantly—
the scarecrow.

Issa


The bitter persimmons
spending their autumn
quietly.

Ritō


Garden gate
slamming and thwacking—
autumn wind.

Haritsu


Its hat fallen off
and embarrassed—
the scarecrow.

Buson


A rinse of vermilion poured
from the setting sun, and then
autumn dusk.

Taigi


Bracing his feet
and offering up a song—
the frog.

Sōkan


The bat’s
secret home—
a tattered hat.

Buson


Autumn rains—
a spider encased in
a clump of fallen grass.

Sekitei


On a withered branch
lingers the evanescent memory
of a cicada’s voice.

Kagai


Singing as it goes,
an insect floats down the stream
on a broken bough.

Issa


Coldly, coldly
the sun slips into my sleeve—
autumn mountains.

Issa


Killing the spider
then so lonesome—
evening cold.

Shiki


Just like people
the monkey clasps its hands—
autumn wind.

Shadō


“The eyes of the hawks
are now dimmed,”
quails sing.

Bashō


Crouching,
studying the clouds—
a frog.

Chiyo-jo


For me leaving
for you staying
two autumns.

Shiki


Getting old—
I slip on a watermelon rind
as I dance.

Sōchō


Falling sick on a journey,
my dreams wander
over a field of dried grass.

Bashō


Upon the road
not another travelling soul
this autumn evening.

Bashō


When I speak
my lips are chilled—
Autumnal wind.

Bashō


With the power of non-attachment
floating on the water—
a frog.

Jōsō


Love in my old age—
as I try to forget,
late autumn rain.

Buson


A hedge of thorns—
how skillfully the dog
wriggled under it!

Issa


As dew drips
gently, gently, the dove
murmurs its chant.

Issa


Typhoons ended,
the rat swims across
flowing waters.

Buson


The autumn wind
at the sliding door—
a piercing voice.

Bashō


Seeing that I’m old
even the mosquito whispers
closer to my ear.

Issa


An autumn mosquito
determined to die
bites me.

Shiki


Grasses and trees all
waiting for the moon—
dewy evening.

Sōgi


Lightning!
fleeing up the wall,
the legs of a spider.

Kichō


Sudden shower—
clutching the blades of grass
a flock of sparrows.

Buson


Sunlight
passes through a butterfly
asleep.

Rankō


Misty grasses—
water without voices
in the dusk.

Buson


So honoured—
my tears stain
the falling leaves with scarlet.

Bashō


Out from the darkness
back into the darkness—
affairs of the cat.

Issa


A single guest
visits a single host—
autumn evening.

Buson


Sweeping
and then not sweeping
the fallen leaves.

Taigi


Misty day—
they might be gossiping
horses in the field.

Issa


Very squarely
setting its buttocks down—
the pumpkin.

Sōseki


The autumn wind
takes the shape
of pampas grass.

Kigin


On the brushwood gate
in place of a lock—
one snail.

Issa


To passing autumn
the pampas grass waves
goodbye goodbye.

Shirao


All in calmness—
the earth with half-opened eyes
moves into winter.

Dakotsu


Crossing the sea
into a net of mist—
the setting sun.

Buson


Whiter than
the stones of Stone Mountain—
the autumn wind.

Bashō


The convalescent—
indulging in his mother’s care
has become a habit.

Anonymous


With both hands
thrust up mightily—
my yawn.

Anonymous


Even grandma
goes out drinking—
moonlit night.

Issa


Don’t cry, wild geese,
it’s the same everywhere—
this floating world.

Issa


Charcoal fire—
my years dwindle down
just like that.

Issa


New garden
stones settling down—
first winter rain.

Shadō


WINTER
December


A garden in winter:
thin moon above—
a mosquito’s lonely cry.

Bashō



Piercing cold—
I dropped my broom
under the pines.

Taigi


Winter sun—
frozen on horseback
is my shadow.

Bashō


At the ticket window
our child becomes
one year younger.

Seiun


One edge
hanging over the mountain—
the Milky Way.

Shiki



Evening fog—
my horse has learned
the holes on the bridge.

Issa


My nose running
I play a solitary Go-game—
night chill.

Buson


Cold moon—
feeling the pebbles
under my shoes.

Buson


The huge setting sun—
little remains of
its power.

Kyoshi


Taking a nap
I hide within myself—
winter seclusion.

Buson


Left to live on
left to live on and on—
this cold.

Issa


The moon in the water
turns somersaults
and flows away.

Sano Ryōta


The sound
of the raindrops
also grown older.

Santōka


Calling three times,
then no more to be heard—
the deer in the rain.

Buson


The old dog
is leading the way—
visiting family graves.

Issa


Running across the shelf
hoisting a chrysanthemum—
a temple mouse.

Takamasa


The youngest child
visiting family graves
carries the broom.

Buson


First love—
coming close to a lantern
face-to-face.

Taigi


Camphor-tree roots
silently soak in
the early winter rain.

Buson


How quiet—
at the bottom of the lake
peaks of clouds.

Issa


Peaceful, peaceful
chilly, chilly
snow, snow.

Santōka


No talents
also no sins—
winter seclusion.

Issa


Visitors
kindly create a path
through the snow at my gate.

Issa


From the nose
of the Buddha in the fields—
icicles.

Issa


Colder than snow
on my white hair—
the winter moon.

Jōsō


A hundred miles of frost—
in a boat, I own
the moon.

Buson


The black dog
becomes a lantern—
snowy road.

Anonymous


Feeling my bones
on the quilting—
frosty night.

Buson


“Coming, coming,”
but someone still knocks—
snowy gate.

Kyorai


Another year is gone.
A traveler’s shade on my head,
straw sandals at my feet.

Bashō


The first dream of the year —
I keep it a secret
and smile to myself.

Sho-u

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