There’s no moon—
last night, I came here
driving a horse.
Ranran
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the loneliness of a traveler
Hoarse cries—
the monkey’s teeth appear white
the moon above the peak.
Enomoto Kikaku
autumn moonlight
As if blossoms have
fallen from the harvest moon—
the cotton field.
Matsuo Bashō
the style of the unchanging
The harvest moon
and the fog at the mountain foot—
mists over the field.
Matsuo Bashō
shade
Let plantain leaves
hang over my pillars —
the moon above my hut.
Matsuo Bashō
the companion of the moon
Morning and night, a ten-square-foot cottage
filled with peace,
Cherry blossoms by the window, pear flowers in the yard,
fragrance as companion.
Even a gold house cannot match the value
of a scholar’s desk,
A thousand sages and ten-thousand worthies
want you everyday.
Takaragura
secret
A coagulation
Of coolness – is that what it is?
The moon at midnight.
Matsunaga Teitoku
