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Basho

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

Buson

over-ripe sushi
the master
is full of regret

blowing from the west
fallen leaves gather
in the east

Issa

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

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

Kijo

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

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