The Life and Haiku of Basho

The crane's legs
have gotten shorter
in the spring rain.

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A field of cotton–
as if the moon
had flowered.

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Another year gone–
hat in my hand,
sandals on my feet.

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Harvest moon–
walking around the pond
all night long.

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The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.

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A bee
staggers out
of the peony.

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A cicada shell;
it sang itself
utterly away.


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