Spirits of the journey beckoned

and I could work no longer

Matsuo Basho

1644-1694

 

From this day forth

I shall be called a wanderer

leaving on a journey

Thus among the early showers

Matsuo Basho

 

By morning glories

I have had my well bucket captured

and I borrow my water

Haiku by Chiyo

 

To those who come and break them

they give fragrance,

blossoms of the plum

Haiku by Chiyo

 

As if I had come from a land where

no tongue at all was spoken

I used to meet her wordlessly

and rarely was my silence broken

from The poetry of

Ishikawa Takaboku

 

The sheaves of my love thoughts

Would fill seven carts-

carts huge and heavy wheeled

Love poem from the Manyoshu

 

The new foal

sticks her nose up

through the Irises

Kobayashi Issa

 

With my father

I would watch dawn

over green fields

Kobayashi Issa

 

My love thoughts these days

Come thick like the summer grass

Which soon as cut and raked

Grows wild again

The Manyoshu

7th century A.D.

 

Do not burn the brake-

So lovely as it is!

Let new grass grow there as it will-

The new grass mingling with the old!

The Manyoshu

7th century A.D.