Four Haiku

Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.

The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.

The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.

A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.


Translated by Geoffrey Bownas And Anthony Thwaite

by Matsuo Basho

Comments (6)

My Love Lies Buried... / Beneath The Crying Clouds Which/ Linger Overhead.
(Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho.) **A glimpse of nature. Enjoyed these beautiful and entertaining haikus.
........awesome imagery of nature...enjoyed..
Four great haiku's! Love Basho!
top-of-the-line haiku.
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