# The Essential Haiku – Issa

The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
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Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
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In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
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O owl!
make some other face.
This is spring rain.
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it could belch
a cloud.
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Cricket
chirping
in a scarecrow’s belly.
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Washing the saucepans-
the moon glows on her hand
in the shallow river.
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The dragonfly,
dressed in red,
off to the festival.
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Autumn evening-
it’s no light thing
being born a man.
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The holes in the wall
play the flute
this autumn evening.
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The flies in the temple
imitate the hands
of the people with prayer beads.
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Mother I never knew,
every time I see the ocean,
every time-
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Summer night-
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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Insects on a bough
floating downriver,
still singing.
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Autumn moon-
a small boat
drifting down the tide.
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His death poem:

A bath when you’re born,
a bath when you die,
how stupid.

Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827)
Edited and with Verse translations by Robert Hass