Yosa Buson Poems

Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.
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Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
two of them.
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Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.
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Spring

The year's first poem done,
with smug self confidence
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Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.
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Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
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A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.
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Not quite dark yet
and the stars shining
above the withered fields.
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Buying leeks
and walking home
under the bare trees.
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Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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