Matsuo Basho Poems

Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
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Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.
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old pond.....
a frog leaps in
water's sound
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At a hermitage:

A cool fall night--
getting dinner, we peeled
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First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.
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Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseri


Bitter–tasting ice —
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Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
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A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
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Chilling autumn rains
curtain Mount Fuji, then make it
more beautiful to see
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