Deep autumn-
my neighbour,
how does he live, I wonder?
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Autumn moonlight-
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
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First day of spring-
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
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Spring!
a nameless hill
in the haze.
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The oak tree
not interested
in cherry blossoms
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Harvest moon-
walking around the pond
all night long.
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How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.
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Good house:
sparrows out back
feasting in the millet.
. . . . . . . .
Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of wind.
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The clouds
are giving these moon-watchers
a little break.
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The beginning of art-
a rice-planting song
in the backcountry.
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You could turn this way,
I’m also lonely
this autumn evening.
. . . . . . .
Don’t imitate me;
it’s as boring
as the two halves of a melon.
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A field of cotton-
as if the moon
had flowered.
–Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
-Edited with verse translation by Robert Hass
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