Matsuo Basho's Poetry, by first line

• In this world of ours,

  In this world of ours,
  We eat only to cast out,

  7 lines, 6 comments
• Bitter–tasting ice —

  Bitter–tasting ice —
  Just enough to wet the throat

  4 lines, 5 comments
• A caterpillar

  A caterpillar,
  this deep in fall--

  3 lines, 6 comments
• A field of cotton

  A field of cotton--
  as if the moon

  3 lines, 7 comments
• A monk sips morning tea

  A monk sips morning tea,
  it's quiet,

  3 lines, 3 comments
• A snowy morning

  A snowy morning--
  by myself,

  3 lines, 3 comments
• Autumn moonlight

  Autumn moonlight--
  a worm digs silently

  3 lines, 4 comments
• Awake at night

  Awake at night--
  the sound of the water jar

  3 lines, 3 comments
• Blowing stones

  Blowing stones
  along the road on Mount Asama,

  4 lines
• Cold night: the wild duck

  Cold night: the wild duck,
  sick, falls from the sky

  5 lines, 1 comment
• Coolness of the melons

  Coolness of the melons
  flecked with mud

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Don't imitate me

  Don't imitate me;
  it's as boring

  5 lines, 2 comments
• First day of spring

  First day of spring--
  I keep thinking about

  4 lines, 1 comment
• First winter rain

  First winter rain--
  even the monkey

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Fleas, lice

  Fleas, lice,
  a horse peeing

  5 lines, 1 comment
• Heat waves shimmering

  Heat waves shimmering
  one or two inches

  5 lines, 1 comment
• How admirable

  How admirable!
  to see lightning and not think

  4 lines, 2 comments
• Midfield

  Midfield,
  attached to nothing,

  4 lines
• Moonlight slanting

  Moonlight slanting
  through the bamboo grove;

  3 lines, 1 comment
• Spring rain

  Spring rain
  leaking through the roof

  4 lines, 2 comments
• Stillness

  Stillness--
  the cicada's cry

  5 lines, 2 comments
• Taking a nap

  Taking a nap,
  feet planted

  4 lines
• Teeth sensitive to the sand

  Teeth sensitive to the sand
  in salad greens--

  5 lines, 1 comment
• The dragonfly

  The dragonfly
  can't quite land

  5 lines, 1 comment
• The morning glory also

  The morning glory also
  turns out

  5 lines, 2 comments
• The oak tree:
  not interested

  3 lines, 4 comments
• This old village

  This old village--
  not a single house

  5 lines, 2 comments
• What fish feel

  What fish feel,
  birds feel, I don't know--

  3 lines, 2 comments
• When the winter chrysanthemums go

  When the winter chrysanthemums go,
  there's nothing to write about

  4 lines, 2 comments
• Winter garden

  Winter garden,
  the moon thinned to a thread,

  5 lines, 2 comments

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