light

Firefly viewing—
The steersman is drunk
And how unsteady the boat!

Matsuo Bashō

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dusk

Weary from travel
I seek a lodging for the night—
Wistaria flowers.

Matsuo Bashō

unique tranquility

A monk sipping
His morning tea, and it is quiet—
Chrysanthemum flowers.

Matsuo Bashō

the heat

I clap my hands
And with the echoes, the day begins to dawn—
The summer moon.

Matsuo Bashō

the ways of nature

Toward the sun’s path
Hollyhock flowers turning
In the rains of summer.

Matsuo Bashō

round red moon

Waves on the blue ocean
Smell of rice wine—
The moon of tonight.

Matsuo Bashō

song

Was it you who came
Or was it I who went—
I do not remember.
Was that dream or reality?
Was I asleep or awake?

Matsuo Bashō