A bright autumn moon . . .
In the shadow of each grass
An insect chirping
-- Buson --
The calling bell
Travels the curling mist-ways . . .
Autumn morning
-- Basho --
Supper in autumn . . .
The light through an open door
From a setting sun
-- Chora --
Jagged candle-flame . . .
The very shape of autumn sifts
Through the shutters
-- Raizan --
Nights are getting cold . . .
Not a single insect now
Attacks the candle
-- Shiki --
Swallows flying south . . .
My house too of sticks and paper
Only a stopping place
-- Kyorai --
All the world is cold . . .
My fishing-line is trembling
in the autumn wind
-- Buson --
White autumn moon . . .
Black-branch shadow-patterns
Printed on the mats
-- Kikaku --
First white snow of fall
Just enough to bend the leaves
Of faded daffodils
-- Basho --
All haiku come from
A Little Treasury of Haiku
Edited and translated by Peter Beilenson
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