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Matsuo Basho

Heat waves shimmering

Heat waves shimmering
one or two inches
above the dead grass.

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This old village

This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees.

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Don't imitate me

Don't imitate me;
it's as boring
as the two halves of a melon.

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How admirable

How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.


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Teeth sensitive to the sand

Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens--
I'm getting old.

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Wrapping the rice cakes

Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.


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Awake at night

Awake at night--
the sound of the water jar
cracking in the cold.


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Spring rain

Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest.


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A monk sips morning tea

A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
the chrysanthemum's flowering.

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Cold night: the wild duck

Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.

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