His turn to cook
again he can't find
the thyme
early morning voices
and the scent of you
half a pillow away
on a barren branch
a raven has perched -
autumn dusk
- tr. W. J. Higginson
a flash of lightning
but still benightde
oh worthy man!
the waters fade
and the wild ducks' cries
are faintly white
clouds occasionally
make a fellow relax
moon-viewing
among the graffiti
the name of
beloved you
the moon is clear -
I escort a lovely boy
frightened by a fox
will you turn toward me?
I am lonely too,
this autumn evening
along this way
no travellers
dusk in autumn
for the white poppy
the butterfly breaks off its wing
as a
keepsake
ill on a journey
all about the dreary fields
fly my broken
dreams
looking for you
through hundreds
of love haiku
Love.
So many different ways
to have been in love. - tr.
Lenore Mayhew
Not knowing what to say
he mails
only the envelope
Basho departed
and since then
the year has never ended
furuike no / kawazu oiyuku / ochiba kana
in an old pond a frog ages
while leaves fall
a gust of wind, -
and the waterbirds
become white
the evening breezes -
the water splashes against
a blue heron's
shins
a woman
reading a letter by moonlight
pear blossoms
