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256 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2003
An autumn eve:
There is a joy too
In loneliness.
- Buson
When cherry-blossoms are blooming,
Birds have two legs,
Horses four.
- Onitsura
Sneezing,
I lost sight
Of the Skylark.
- Yayu
The old pond:
A frog jumps in, -
The sound of water.
- Basho
The young girl
Blows her nose
In the evening glory.
- Issa
In the dark forest
A berry drops:
The sound of water.
- Shiki

As we grow old,
Even the length of the day
Is a cause of tears. —ISSA
To pluck it is a pity,
To leave it is a pity,
Ah, this violet. —NAOJO
Ice and water,
Their differences resolved,
Are friends again. —TEISHITSU
The old pond:
A frog jumps in, -
The sound of water. —BASHO
The sparrow hops
Along the verandah,
With wet feet. —SHIKI
O snail,
Climb Mt. Fuji,
But slowly, slowly!
Carrying a girl
Across the river;
The hazy moon.
Peach-blossoms!
But the ferry-man
Is deaf. . .
This dewdrop world -
It may be a dewdrop,
And yet - and yet -
This line of ants,
It continues
From those billowing clouds?
After killing the spider,
A lonely
Cold night.
What a huge one, how splendid it was -
The chestnut.
I couldn't get at it.
The long night;
The sound of water
Says what I think.
Sheltering with the butterfly
Under the shade of the trees, -
This also is the Karma of a previous life.
The fire-fly
Gives light
To its pursuer.
The peony
Made me measure it
With my fan.
They spoke no word,
The host, the guest,
the white chrysanthemums.
Azaleas are blooming;
In this remote mountain village
The boiled rice is white.
I came back,
Angry and offended;
The willow in the garden.
A matter for congratulation:
I have been bit
By this year's mosquitoes too.
Every year,
Thinking of the chrysanthemums,
Being thought of by them. ((Shiki))