how touching
to exist after the storm
chrysanthemum

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

plum scent
suddenly the sun comes out
on a mountain road

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

exciting
but sad when it is over
cormorant boats

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

both weary
taking lodging at the same time
wisteria flowers

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

tofu pulp
without a mother in the house
so dreary

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

perhaps i’ll be one
of those happy people
old at the year’s end

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

the oak tree
pays no attention to flowers
a pose

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

winter confinement
again i’ll lean on
this post

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

a Fuji wind
placed here on a fan
a souvenir of Tokyo

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold

July
ordinarily the sixth night
is not like this

– Matsuo Bashō

Translation by Jane Reichhold