in the sea-surf edge
mingling with bright small shells
bush-clover petals
~Basho
my two plum trees are
so gracious…see, they flower
one now, one later
~Buson
in city fields
contemplating cherry trees
strangers are like friends
~Issa
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#459 – Basho – famous spring haiku
April’s air stirs in
willow- leaves…a butterfly
floats and balances
White cloud of mist
above white cherry blossoms
dawn shining mountains
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#442 – Famous spring haiku
The spring night-
in a dawn of cherry blossoms
it ended
~Basho
Spring too, very soon!
They are setting the scene for it —
plum tree and moon
~Basho
Under the image of Buddha
All these spring flowers
Seem a little tiresome.
~Basho
#412 – Basho
drinking morning tea
the monk is peaceful
the chrysanthemum blooms
Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind
#382 – Famous Basho Haiku
Winter downpour –
even the monkey
needs a raincoat.
Winter solitude–
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.
I’m a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain
#347 – famous Basho haiku
moonless night…
a powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars
all night
autumn winds being heard
behind the mountains
#204- tranquil, famous haiku
There is something about haiku classics that is incredibly placid that I struggle to replicate. I think it is essential in our knock down warp speed world to step back and appreciate the small things and to be observant. This is what haiku does for me – I hope you enjoy the following
Women planting rice
ugly every bit about them
but their ancient song
– Raizan
For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers…
Since there is no rice
– Basho
Deep in dark forest
A woodcutter’s dull axe talking…
And a woodcutter
– Buson
#130 – Famous haiku to cool you down
staring delighted
even at walking horses
in new morning snow
Basho
midnight wanderer
walking through the snowy street
echoing dog-bark
Shiki
In that cold darkness
my horse stumbled suddenly
just outside the house
Buson
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Basho, Basho Man
Last night I was reading the book “Haiku Mind” by Patricia Donegan, a collection of 108 amazing and inspiring haiku poems. I came across the one below by the very famous and powerful, Basho, probably my favorite haiku poet. It is astonishing to me that given the news of the past 24 hours about Bin Laden, how much this haiku resonates as if it were written today, not in the 1600’s.
summer grasses
all that remains
of warriors’ dreams
BASHO MATSUO (1644-1694)
Timeless and dare I say even better than the Village People.
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Savage Haiku 