Collection Of Six Haiku

Waking in the night;
the lamp is low,
the oil freezing.



It has rained enough
to turn the stubble on the field
black.




Winter rain
falls on the cow-shed;
a cock crows.




The leeks
newly washed white,-
how cold it is!




The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.





Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.

by Matsuo Basho

Comments (19)

Boosting words of poem helps to get up for your means of life
beautifully arranged
thine age asks ease, ease up
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere.. Well expressed. Sylva
When i read his poetry i just wonder if he loved women or did hate them. He is amazing
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