Yosa Buson's Poetry, by title

• A bat flits

  A bat flits
  in moonlight

  3 lines, 2 comments
• A camellia drops

  1 lines
• a rat approaches

  a rat approaches
  the freezing oil

  2 lines
• Before the white chrysanthemum

  Before the white chrysanthemum
  the scissors hesitate

  4 lines, 4 comments
• Blow of an ax

  Blow of an ax,
  pine scent,

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Blown from the west

  Blown from the west,
  fallen leaves gather

  3 lines
• Buying leeks

  Buying leeks
  and walking home

  4 lines
• Calligraphy of geese

  Calligraphy of geese
  against the sky—

  2 lines, 3 comments
• Coolness

  Coolness—
  the sound of the bell

  2 lines, 5 comments
• Dawn

  Dawn--
  fish the cormorants haven't caught

  4 lines
• Delight

  1 lines
• Early summer rain

  Early summer rain--
  houses facing the river,

  3 lines
• Elegy to the Old Man Hokuju

  You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
  thousand pieces.

  30 lines
• Evening wind

  Evening wind:
  water laps

  4 lines, 1 comment
• Haiku

  The winter river;
  down it come floating

  2 lines
• Haiku

  The seashore temple...
  Incoming rollers flow in time

  2 lines
• Haiku

  Departing spring
  hesitates,

  2 lines
• Harvest moon

  Harvest moon--
  called at his house,

  4 lines, 1 comment
• He's on the porch

  He's on the porch,
  to escape the wife and kids--

  3 lines, 4 comments
• His Holiness the Abbot

  His Holiness the Abbot
  is shitting

  2 lines, 2 comments
• Hokku Poems in Four Seasons

  Spring
  The year's first poem done,

  165 lines, 1 comment
• light of the moon

  light of the moon
  moves west - flowers' shadows

  2 lines
• Lighting one candle

  Lighting one candle
  with another candle--

  5 lines
• Listening to the moon

  Listening to the moon,
  gazing at the croaking of frogs

  3 lines, 1 comment
• My arm for a pillow

  My arm for a pillow,
  I really like myself

  4 lines
• Not quite dark yet

  Not quite dark yet
  and the stars shining

  3 lines
• Old well

  Old well,
  a fish leaps--

  4 lines
• Ploughing the land

  Ploughing the land--
  not even a bird singing

  5 lines
• Running out of the nets

  Running out of the nets,
  running out of the nets,

  2 lines
• Sparrow singing

  Sparrow singing--
  its tiny mouth

  5 lines

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