Climb Mount Fuji,
O snail,
but slowly, slowly.
Matsuo Basho
Even in Kyoto —
hearing the cuckoo’s cry —
I long for Kyoto.
Basho
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
Kobaayashi Issa
Mosquito at my ear–
does it think
I’m deaf?
Issa
New Year’s morning–
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
Issa
Even with insects–
some can sing,
some can’t.
Issa
For you fleas too
the nights must be long,
they must be lonely.
Issa
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Issa
Don’t kill that fly!
Look–it’s wringing its hands,
wringing its feet.
Issa
Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
Issa
Hell:
Bright autumn moon;
pond snails crying
in the saucepan.
Issa
Source:
http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/g_l/haas/haiku.htm
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