this pine
sprouted in the age of the gods
now in autumn
– Matsuo Bashō

this pine
sprouted in the age of the gods
now in autumn
– Matsuo Bashō
childhood name
an old man I don’t know
with a circular cap
– Matsuo Bashō
frost withered
field flowers still in bloom
seem depressed
– Matsuo Bashō
this pine
sprouted in the age of the gods
now in autumn
– Matsuo Bashō
frost withered
field flowers still in bloom
seem depressed
– Matsuo Bashō
already autumn
even sprinkles of rain
in the moon’s shape
– Matsuo Bashō
do not think
that “you didn’t count”
festival of souls
– Matsuo Bashō
already autumn
even sprinkles of rain
in the moon’s shape
– Matsuo Bashō
childhood name
an old man I don’t know
with a circular cap
– Matsuo Bashō
buried in moss
the absent-minded ivy
a Buddhist prayer
– Matsuo Bashō
tomorrow the rice dumpling
will be just dead reed leaves
with a dream
– Matsuo Bashō
buried in moss
the absent-minded ivy
a Buddhist prayer
– Matsuo Bashō
buried in moss
the absent-minded ivy
a Buddhist prayer
– Matsuo Bashō
do not think
that “you didn’t count”
festival of souls
– Matsuo Bashō
tomorrow the rice dumpling
will be just dead reed leaves
with a dream
– Matsuo Bashō
already autumn
even sprinkles of rain
in the moon’s shape
– Matsuo Bashō