Kobayashi Issa
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.Collection: Flower
What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.Collection: Spring
In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.Collection: Girl
Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.Collection: Listening
All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.Collection: Mosquitoes
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!Collection: Buddhist
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadowCollection: Winter
The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--Collection: Dew
Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.Collection: Garden
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.Collection: Summer
In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friendsCollection: Cities
Here I'm here- the snow falling.Collection: Fall
Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.Collection: Heart
Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdropCollection: Crush
Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for loveCollection: Sleep
There is no stranger under the cherry tree.Collection: Tree
Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.Collection: Summer
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.Collection: Eye
Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?Collection: Morning
Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands togetherCollection: Hands
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.Collection: Stars
To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.Collection: Death
Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.Collection: Peace
Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goesCollection: Moon
Dry creek glimpsed by lightningCollection: Lightning
Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.Collection: Spring
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleetingCollection: Children
Where there are humans, You’ll find flies, And Buddhas.Collection: Civilization