The winter river;

rocks here and there.Translated by Robert Hass

two of them.Translated by Robert Hass

in the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass

in the east.Translated by Robert Hass

with smug self confidencea haikai poet.Longer has become the daytime;a pheasant is flutteringdown onto the bridge.Yearning for the BygonesLengthening days,accumulating, and recallingthe days of distant past.Slowly passing days,with an echo heard here in acorner of Kyoto.The white elbowof a priest, dozing,in the dusk of spring.Into a nobleman,a fox has changed himselfearly evening of spring.The light…

‘The short night–‘The short night–on the hairy caterpillarbeads of dew.The short night–patrolmenwashing in the river.The short night–bubbles of crab frothamong the river reeds.The short night–a broom thrown awayon the beach.The short night–the Oi Riverhas sunk two feet.The short night–on the outskirts of the villagea small shop opening.The short night–broken, in the shallows,a crescent moon.The short…