Basho
The cut end of
After darkness falls
A crow at rest
The cranes legs
Mist and Drizzle
Fragrant orchid
The oak tree
An old pond
Water jar cracks
Winter sun
These fireflies
Such stillness
In this bleak rain
Beneath the tree
Of its approaching death
Those who see lightning
Even loathsome crows
Early autumn
A whiff of plum blossoms
Rainy season
A cool wall
This road
Taken ill while travelling
Buson
Such joy in crossing
The spring sea
Camphor roots
An old well
A spring shower
Fuji alone
Under the mosquito net
A short summer night
Late for the ferry
Falling into the gloom
In the old pond
A thunderbolt and
A swing of the axe
In the quiet lull
Spring rains
The keen chill
Mustard blossoms
Such joy in watching
All along these ancient roads
The one I yearn to meet
Falling blossoms
Gentle spring rain
All that remains
Issa
Spilling from the sleeves
Clinging
Diminished with age
Three coins
Mountain temple
Snowfall outside
No breeze but from
Spring arrives
The winter fly I spared Is this, then
So composed
Sleeping spread-eagled
Melting snows
Scrawny frogs
The hum of mosquitoes
Come
Passing through
Spiders in the corners
Gathering chestnuts
No one to scold
My home village
No sleep for me
Shiki
A pruned branch
So desperately
Hydrangeas
Cooling moon
Come back alive
Swept up by the wind
The train passes
After killing a spider
At the public bath
In the next room, too
House-bound in winter
A summer insect
Settled on
The old garden
Over the rails
Knife by the bed
Song of the cicada
A coffin on the
On every island
Snapped in a
I untied the wrapping cloth
A painting of snow
Having painted a peony
