Poems of Kobayashi Issa

In this world In this world we walk on the roof of hell, gazing at flowers. Summer night Summer night-even the stars are whispering to each other. What a strange thing What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. A bath when you're born His death poem: A bath when you're born, a bath when you die, how stupid. How much How much are you enjying yourself, tiger moth? Blossoms at night Blossoms at night, and the faces of people moved by music. Asked how old he was Asked how old he was, the boy in the new kimono stretched out all five fingers.

Poems of Matsuo Basho

Don't imitate me Don't imitate me; it's as boring as the two halves of a melon From time to time From time to time The clouds give rest To the moon beholders. On this road On this road where nobody else travels autumn nightfall. Winter solitude Winter solitude-in a world of one color the sound of wind. a strange flower a strange flower for birds and butterflies the autumn sky. As they begin to rise again As they begin to rise again Chrysanthemums faintly smell, After the flooding rain. Basho's Death Poem Sick on my journey, only my dreams will wander these desolate moors.