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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.

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

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

Lighting one candle
with another candle--
    spring evening.

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

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

Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
    a moment.

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

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

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

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.

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

A bat flits
in moonlight
above the plum blossoms.

Evening wind:
water laps
    the heron's legs.

His Holiness the Abbot
is shitting
in the withered fields.

Below are eleven Buson haiku
beginning with the phrase
'The short night--'


The short night--
on the hairy caterpillar
beads of dew.

The short night--
patrolmen
washing in the river.

The short night--
bubbles of crab froth
among the river reeds.

The short night--
a broom thrown away
on the beach.

The short night--
the Oi River
has sunk two feet.

The short night--
on the outskirts of the village
a small shop opening.

The short night--
broken, in the shallows,
a crescent moon.

The short night--
the peony
has opened.

The short night--
waves beating in,
an abandoned fire.

The short night--
near the pillow
a screen turning silver.

The short night--
shallow footprints
on the beach at Yui.








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The short night-
a watery moon
stands alone over the hill

     Maggie



The short night--
just as I'm falling asleep
my wife's waking up

     Larry Bole

 
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