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Yosa Buson, or Yosa no Buson (与謝蕪村), was a Japanese poet and painter from the Edo period. Along with Matsuo Bashō and Kobayashi Issa, Buson is considered among the greatest poets of the Edo Period. Buson was born in the village of Kema in Settsu Province (now Kema-chō, Miyakojima Ward ... Read more
Yosa Buson, or Yosa no Buson (与謝蕪村), was a Japanese poet and painter from the Edo period. Along with Matsuo Bashō and Kobayashi Issa, Buson is considered among the greatest poets of the Edo Period. Buson was born in the village of Kema in Settsu Province (now Kema-chō, Miyakojima Ward ... Read more

The old man
cutting barley--
bent like a sickle.

White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
    reading a letter.

The willow leaves fallen,
the spring gone dry,
    rocks here and there.

The spring sea rising
and falling, rising
    and falling all day.

Lighting one candle
with another candle--
    spring evening.

Washing the hoe--
ripples on the water;
    far off, wild ducks.

Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
    two of them

The winter river;
down it come floating
flowers offered to Buddha.

His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.

Dawn--
fish the cormorants haven't caught
swimming in the shallows.

Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
    a moment.

The behavior of the pigeon
is beyond reproach,
but the mountain cuckoo?

Coolness--
the sound of the bell
    as it leaves the bell.

He's on the porch,
to escape the wife and kids--
how hot it is!

Harvest moon--
called at his house,
he was digging potatoes.

Listening to the moon,
gazing at the croaking of frogs
in a field of ripe rice.

Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.

A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.

Evening wind:
water laps
    the heron's legs.

Ploughing the land--
not even a bird singing
in the mountain's shadow.

 
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