Blown from the west
Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
in the east.
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poem by Yosa Buson
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The end of spring
The end of spring--
the poet is brooding
about editors.
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Coolness
Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.
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Calligraphy of geese
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
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His Holiness the Abbot
His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.
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Straw sandal half sunk
Straw sandal half sunk
in an old pond
in the sleety snow.
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Early summer rain
Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
two of them.
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Lighting one candle
Lighting one candle
with another candle--
spring evening.
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Harvest moon
Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.
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Washing the hoe
Washing the hoe--
ripples on the water;
far off, wild ducks.
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