lips too chilled
for prattle -
autumn wind

haiku by Matsuo Basho, translated by Lucien Stryk
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An old pond —
The sound
Of a diving frog.

haiku by Matsuo Basho (1686), translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.

haiku by Matsuo Basho, translated by Robert Hass
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Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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The butterfly
perfuming its wings
fans the orchid

haiku by Matsuo Basho, translated by Michael R. Burch
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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this path
no-one travels it anymore
except the twilight

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.

haiku by Matsuo Basho
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