AWARE A monk sips morning tea, it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. Matsuo Bashō (1644 - 1694)
Scent of plum blossoms on the misty mountain path a big rising sun Matsuo Bashō
Ballet in the air!― two butterflies, twice white, meet, mate, unite. Matsuo Basho
My eyes, having observed everything, returned to the white chrysanthemums. Kosugi Isshō (1652 - 1688)
Covered with the flowers, Instantly I'd like to die In this dream of ours! Ochi Etsujin (1655 - 1739)
Observe: see how the wild violets bloom within the forbidden fences! Shida Yaba (1662 - 1740)
A white swan parts the cherry-petalled pond with her motionless breast. Roka (1671-1703)
Wild roses in bloom --so like a pathway in, or toward, my home village. Yosa Buson (1716 - 1783)
Blossoms on the pear tree, lighten by the moonlight, and there a woman is reading a letter. Yosa Buson
With sorrow while coming upon the hill -- flowering wild roses. Yosa Buson
Listening to the moon, gazing at the croaking of frogs in a field of ripe rice. Yosa Buson
To my eyes how delightful the fan of my beloved is, in complete white. Yosa Buson
To reveal the flower Of your heart Sway, you summer grove. Tagami Kikusha-Ni (1753-1826)
To reveal the flower Of your heart Sway, you summer grove. Tagami Kikusha-Ni
Morning glories - in the evening we delight in the buds Tagami Kikusha-Ni
Blossoms at night, and the faces of people moved by music. Kobayashi Issa (1763 - 1828)
In the thicket's shade a woman by herself singing the rice-planting song. Kobayashi Issa
In these latter-day, Degenerate times, Cherry-blossoms everywhere! Kobayashi Issa
Overdressed for my thatched hut: a peony blossoms. Kobayashi Issa
Peonies blossom; the world is full of fibbers. Kobayashi Issa
fanning out its tail in the spring breeze, see—a peacock! Masaoki Shiki (1867–1902)
As thunder recedes a lone tree stands illuminated in sunlight: applauded by cicadas Masaoka Shiki
scatter layer by layer, eight-layered cherry blossoms! Masaoki Shiki
Entangled with the scattering cherry blossoms— the wings of birds! Masaoki Shiki
Murmurs follow the hay cart this blossoming summer day Ippekiro Nakatsuka (1887–1946).
Girls gather sprouts of rice: reflections of the water flicker on the backs of their hats Kyoshi Takahama (1874 –1959)
Falling snowflakes' glitter tinsels the sea Inahata Teiko (b.1931)
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JUGEN Snow-obscured heights, mist-shrouded slopes: this spring evening. Ilio Sōgi (1421–1502)
Soundlessly they go, the herons passing by: arrows of snow filling the sky. Yamazaki Sōkan (1465–1553)
A fallen blossom returning to the bough, I thought- But no, a butterfly. Arakida Moritake (1473– 1549)
In my hut this spring there is nothing - there is everything Sodo (1641-1715)
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. Matsuo Bashō
The sea darkening, the voices of the wild ducks: my mysterious companions! Matsuo Basho
In the dense mist what is being shouted between hill and boat? Matsuo Basho
The sea darkens --- Faintly white A wild duck’s call Matsuo Basho
From time to time The clouds give rest To the moon-beholders. Matsuo Bashō
Harvest moon . . . smoke goes creeping over the water Hattori Ransetsu (1654 – 1707)
Useless dreams, alas! Over desolate fields winds whisper as they pass. Uejima Onitsura (1661 – 1738)
Leaves, like the shadows of crows cast by a lonely moon. Kaga no Chiyo (1703 – 1775)
Ah butterfly, what dreams do you ply with your beautiful wings? Kaga no Chiyo
Hazy moonlight -- someone is standing among the pear trees. Yosa Buson (1716 - 1783)
Coolness-- the sound of the bell as it leaves the bell. Yosa Buson
Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep eastward. Yosa Buson
In pale moonlight the wisteria's scent comes from far away. Yosa Buson
Spring stirs the clouds in the sky's teabowl. Tagami Kikusha-Ni (1753-1826).
Summer night - even the stars are whispering to each other. Kobayashi Issa
A giant firefly: That way, this way, that way, this - and it passes by. Kobayashi Issa
Composedly he sits contemplating the mountains– the worthy frog! Kobayashi Issa
The woman leads into the mist low-tide beach Kobayashi Issa
Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other. Kobayashi Issa
Rowing through out of the mist the wide sea. Masaoka Shiki
A gold bug - I hurl into the darkness and feel the depth of night Takahama Kyoshi (1874–1959)
Pulling light from the other world . . . the Milky Way Yatsuka Ishihara (1919–1998)
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MONO NO AWARE

How I long to see among the morning flowers the face of God Matsuo Bashō (1644 - 1694)
How admirable! to see lightning and not think life is fleeting. Matsuo Bashō
Lightning shatters the darkness― the night heron's shriek. Matsuo Basho
Seek on high bare trails sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels Matsuo Bashō
A flash of lightning: Into the gloom Goes the heron's cry. Matsuo Bashō
White cloud of mist above white cherry-blossoms . . . Dawn-shining mountains Matsuo Bashō
Ple bells die out. The fragrant blossoms remain. A perfect evening! Matsuo Bashō
Wake! The sky is light! let us to the road again . . . Companion butterfly! Matsuo Bashō
Snow whispering down All day long earth has vanished Leaving only sky. Naito Joso (1662–1704)
Experimenting... I hung the moon on various branches of the pine Tachibana Hokushi (1665-1718)
From the mind of a single, long vine one hundred opening lives. Kaga no Chiyo
The temple bells grow silent but the blossoms provide their incense― A perfect evening! Matsuo Basho
The winter river; down it come floating flowers offered to Buddha. Yosa Buson
My only creed-- The mountain of treasure The six-petaled flowers of snow. Tagami Kikusha-Ni
For a while I forget there are sins - this cool moon Tagami Kikusha-Ni
A lovely thing to see: through the paper window's hole, the Galaxy. Kobayashi Issa
Trusting the Buddha, good and bad, I bid farewell To the departing year. Kobayashi Issa
A world of dew, and within every dewdrop a world of struggle Kobayashi Issa
Buddha Law, shining in leaf dew Kobayashi Issa
O snail Climb Mount Fuji, But slowly, slowly! Kobayaski Issa
Under the image of Buddha all these spring flowers seem a little tiresome. Kobayashi Issa
In this world we walk on the roof of hell, gazing at flowers. IKobayashi Issa
No sky, no land: just snow eternally falling Kajiwara Hashin (1864 -?)
In the coolness gods and Buddhas dwell as neighbors Masaoki Shiki
I turn my back on Buddha and face the cool moon Masaoki Shiki
Silently observing the bottomless mountain lake: water lilies Inahata Teiko
Blizzards here on earth, blizzards of stars in the sky Inahata Teiko
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WABI
Winter solitude-- in a world of one color the sound of wind. Matsuo Bashō (1644 - 1694)
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest. Matsuo Bashō
Awake at night-- the sound of the water jar cracking in the cold. Matsuo Bashō
Cold night: the wild duck, sick, falls from the sky and sleeps awhile. Matsuo Bashō
Coolness of the melons flecked with mud in the morning dew. Matsuo Bashō
Moonless night... a powerful wind embraces the ancient cedars. Matsuo Bashō
Moonlight slanting through the bamboo grove; a cuckoo crying. Matsuo Bashō
It has rained enough to turn the stubble on the field black. Matsuo Bashō
A wild sea— stretching to Sado Isle the Milky Way Matsuo Bashō
Sea darkens calls of the wild ducks go faintly white Matsuo Bashō
This road: no one to go with autumn dusk Matsuo Bashō
The lillies! The stems, just as they are, the flowers, just as they are. Matsuo Bashō
First snow falling on the half-finished bridge. Matsuo Bashō
Snowy morning-- one crow after another. Matsuo Bashō
The pine-tree of Karasaki More dim and vague than the cherry-blossom. Matsuo Bashō
Around the town the smells of things - summer moon. Nozawa Bonchō (1640–1714)
At an eagle's nest on dead camphor branches the sun goes down. Nozawa Bonchō
Throwing away the ashes, The white plum-blossoms Became cloudy. Nozawa Bonchō
Stillness: a single chestnut leaf glides on brilliant water Ryuin (?-1690)
The bitter winter wind ends here with the frozen sea Ikenishi Gonsui (1650-1722)
An autumn eve; There is joy too, In loneliness. Yosa Buson
A harsh-rasping saw... music of cold-poverty in the winter midnight Yosa Buson
Washing the hoe-- ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. Yosa Buson
Fruitless blossoms Are beaten by the rain In the melon fields Yosa Buson
The moon and just myself remain . . . evening coolness on the bridge. Tagami Kikusha-Ni
Even wearing a staw raincoat I like to travel - rain on the blossoms Tagami Kikusha-Ni
Autumn wind – mountain’s shadow wavers. Kobayashi Issa
Everything I touch with tenderness, alas, pricks like a bramble. Kobayashi Issa
Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow. Natsume Soseki (1867 – 1916)
The crow has flown away: swaying in the evening sun, a leafless tree. Natsume Soseki
At the full moon's rising, the silver-plumed reeds tremble Masaoki Shiki
Night; and once again, the while I wait for you, cold wind turns into rain. Masaoka Shiki
After the thunder-shower one tree in evening sunlight a cicada's cry Masaoka Shiki
The moon hovering above the snow-capped mountains rained down hailstones Sekitei Hara (1886–1951)
The frozen moon, the frozen lake: two oval mirrors reflecting each other. Hashimoto Takako (1899-1963)
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Painting by Morikawa Kyoriku
枯枝に烏のとまりたるや秋の暮 Kareeda ni karasu no tomarikeri aki no kure
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening Matsuo Bashō
古池 蛙飛び込む 水の音
Furuike ya kawazu tobikomu mizu no oto
Old pond, frog jumps in - splash Matsuo Bashō
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SABI
Life: a solitary butterfly swaying unsteadily on a slender stalk of grass, nothing more. But so exquisite! Nishiyama Soin (1605-1682)
The dragonfly can't quite land on that blade of grass. Matsuo Bashō
The pine tree of Shiogoshi Trickles all night long Shiny drops of moonlight. Matsuo Bashō
Autumn moonlight-- a worm digs silently into the chestnut. Matsuo Bashō
A bee staggers out of the peony. Matsuo Bashō
Atop the mushroom who knows from where a leaf! Matsuo Bashō
Heat waves shimmering one or two inches above the dead grass. Matsuo Bashō
First white snow of fall just enough to bend the leaves Of faded daffodils Matsuo Bashō
Mountain-rose petals falling, falling, falling now . . . Waterfall music Matsuo Bashō
No one walks along this path this autumn evening. Matsuo Bashō
The year's first day ... thoughts come, and with them, loneliness; dusk approaches. Matsuo Basho
The first soft snow: leaves of the awed jonquil bow low Matsuo Basho
Like a heavy fragrance snow-flakes settle: lilies on rocks Matsuo Basho
Now the swinging bridge Is quieted with creepers … Like our tendrilled life Matsuo Bashō
Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still... Iris, blue each spring. Ume Shuushiki (1668-1725)
I go, you stay; two autumns. Yosa Buson
Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment. Yosa Buson
Lighting one candle with another candle-- spring evening. Yosa Buson
Blow of an ax, pine scent, the winter woods. Yosa Buson
My arm for a pillow, I really like myself under the hazy moon. Yosa Buson
Evening wind: water laps the heron's legs. Yosa Buson
Not quite dark yet and the stars shining above the withered fields. Yosa Buson
This being alone may even be a kind of happy autumn dusk. Yosa Buson
Winter rain on moss soundlessly recalls those happy by gone days Yosa Buson
This world we pass on a rush leaf - not one thing Tagami Kikusha-Ni
The first firefly... But he got away and I... Air in my fingers. Kobayashi Issa
A huge frog and I, staring at each other, neither of us moves. Kobayashi Issa
Ducks bobbing on the water- are they also, tonight, hoping to get lucky? Kobayashi Issa
At sunset this fall Evening, I wrote on a wall: I've gone on ahead Kobayashi Issa
Dew evaporates And all our world is dew . . . so dear, So fresh, so fleeting Kobayashi Issa
Grazing my fishing line - the summer moon. Kaga no Chiyo (1703-1775)
My life, - How much more of it remains? The night is brief. Masaoka Shiki
First autumn morning the mirror I stare into shows my father's face. Murakami Kijo (1865 – 1938)
Winter waves roil their own shadows Tominaga Fûsei (1885-1970).
Pale mountain sky: cherry petals play as they tumble earthward Kusama Tokihiko (1920-2003)
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