Crawl out
from under the shed
toad-croak
Black forest
nothing you say matters
it snows all morning
One insect
asleep on a leaf
can save your life
Every horse
is miraculous
on a snowy morning
Butterfly cruising
across a field
made of sunlight
Harvest in progress
a crane stands
in the rice paddy
Sleeping at a temple
watching the moon
my face as a baby
The moon slides by
the treetops full of rain
hold still
Let's go snow viewing
fall down a lot
before we get there
At this mountain path
me and the lark
lounging in the sky
If I had the voice
I would sing the blossoms
off the trees
Cherry blossoms everywhere
at daybreak
the mountain's just the same
A pheasant's cry
suddenly missing
my mother and father
Autumn's come
fold the mosquito net
use it for a blanket
Deep into autumn
my next-door neighbor
I wonder what he does
(1662 ~ 1694)
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Basho
Moon Woke Me Up Nine Timesselected haiku translated by David Young
Knopf, 2013
art : basho & sora