Matsuo Basho

Don't imitate me;it's as boring    as the two halves of a melon
Translated by Robert Hass

First snowfalling    on the half-finished bridge

Bush warbler:shits on the rice cakes    on the porch rail

Coolness of the melonsflecked with mud    in the morning dew
Translated by Robert Hass

First winter rain—even the monkey    seems to want a raincoat
Translated by Robert Hass

Blowing stonesalong the road on Mount Asama,    the autumn wind
Translated by Robert Hass

First day of spring—I keep thinking about    the end of autumn
Translated by Robert Hass

Sick on my journey, only my dreams will wander      these desolate moors

Cold night: the wild duck,sick, falls from the sky    and sleeps awhile
Translated by Robert Hass

A beestaggers out    of the peony

Kori nigaku enso ga nodo o uruoseri Bitter–tasting ice —Just enough to wet the
Of a sewer rat
Translation by
Prof

Waking in the night;the lamp is low,the oil freezing
It has rained enoughto turn the stubble on the fieldblack
Winter rainfalls on the cow-shed;a cock crows
The leeksnewly washed white,-how cold it is