music

Sparrows in eaves,
mice in ceiling –
celestial music.

Matsuo Bashō

autumn

On the dead limb
squats a crow –
autumn night.

Matsuo Bashō

night

Now cat’s done
mewing, bedroom’s
touched by moonlight.

Matsuo Bashō

visit

There was a night, too,
When a robber visited my home —
The year end.

Matsuo Bashō

sweeping snow

While sweeping the garden
It forgets about the snow:
The broom.

Matsuo Bashō

rest

On a journey, ailing —
My dreams roam about
Over a withered moor.

Matsuo Bashō

pure whiteness

A white chrysanthemum —
However intently I gaze.
Not a speck of dust.

Matsuo Bashō

autumn scene

Under the crescent moon
The earth looms hazily —
Buckwheat flowers.

Matsuo Bashō

isolation

Autumn deepens —
The man next door, what
Does he do for a living?

Matsuo Bashō

solitude

The road here—
No traveler comes along
This autumn evening.

Matsuo Bashō