Basho Matsuo
"There is nothing you can see
that is not a flower;
There is nothing you can think
that is not the moon."
― Basho Matsuo (tr. R.H.Blyth)
The dragonfly
Can't quite land
On that blade of grass
From all these trees,
In the salads, the soups, everywhere,
Cherry blossoms fall.
It's not like anything
They compare it to --
The summer moon.
A bee
Staggers out
Of the peony
Another year gone --
Hat in my hand,
Sandals on my feet
A crow
Has settled on a bare branch--
Autumn evening.
An old silent pond
A frog jumps into the pond, splash!
Silence again.
Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
in the morning dew.
Deep into autumn
and this caterpillar
still not a butterfly
Crossing long fields,
frozen in its saddle,
my shadow creeps by
Even that old horse
is something to see this
snow-covered morning
Sitting quietly,
Doing Nothing,Spring Comes,
and the grass grows by itself.
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