More from Old Masters of Haiku


in the cicada’s cry
no sign can foretell
how soon it must die

from time to time
the clouds give rest
to the moon-beholders

old pond …
the frog jumps in
the sound of water

o snail
climb Mount Fuji
but slowly, slowly


over-ripe sushi
the master
is full of regret

blowing from the west
fallen leaves gather
in the east


a lovely thing to see
through the paper window’s hole
the galaxy

winter seclusion—
listening, that evening
to the rain on the mountain


first autumn morning
the mirror I stare into
shows my father’s face

the moment two bubbles
are united, they both vanish—
the lotus blooms


Comment/Ask an Expert

You do not have permission to submit a question

Related Writing Guides

Writing a Haiku

Haiku is a unique style of poetry known as the smallest genre of poetry, originating in Japan. It was part of a longer poem named renga as its beginning verse, but then became popular as a separate form in the 17th century by the efforts of poet Matsuo Bas...


Register | Lost your password?