haiku
\an old silent pond...\a frog jumps into the pond,\splash! silence again.\\\- matsuo basho
\i write, erase, rewrite\erase again, and then\a poppy blooms.\\\- katsushika hokusai
\a world of dew\and within every dewdrop\a world of struggle.\\\- kobayashi issa
\from time to time\the clouds give rest\to the moon-beholders.\\\- matsuo basho
\toward those short trees\we saw a hawk descending\on a day in spring.\\\- masaoka shiki
\over the wintry\forest winds howl in rage\with no leaves to blow.\\\- natsume soseki
\the taste\of rain\-why kneel?\\\- jack kerouac
\don't weep insects -\lovers, stars themselves\must part.\\\- kobayashi issa
\blowing from the west\fallen leaves gather\in the east.\\\- yosa buson
\in the cicada's cry\no sign can foretell\how soon it must die.\\\- matsuo basho
\the wren\earns his living\noiselessly.\\\- kobayahsi issa
\winter seclusion -\listening, that evening\to the rain in the mountain.\\\- kobayashi issa
\plum flower temple:\voices rise\from the foothills.\\\- natsume soseki
\a mountain village\under the piled-up snow\the sound of water.\\\- masaoka shiki
\in the twilight rain\these brilliant-hued hibiscus -\a lovely sunset.\\\- matsuo basho
\the cool breeze\twisted and crooked\then came here.\\\- kobayashi issa
\consider me\as one who loved poetry\and persimmons.\\\- masaoaka shiki
\after killing\a spider, how lonely i feel\in the cold of night!\\\- masaoka shiki
\spring ocean\swaying gently\all day long.\\\- yosa buson
\i want to sleep!\swat the flies\softly, please.\\\- masaoka shiki
