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.
moonviewing.
the most famous of all haiku:Furuike yakawazu tobikomumizu no oto– BashoLiteral TranslationFu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya,ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi-ko-mu (jumping into)mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)Translated by Fumiko SaishoThe old pond-a frog jumps in,sound of water.Translated by Robert HassOld pond…a frog jumps inwater’s sound.Translated by William J. HigginsonAn old silent pond…A frog jumps into the pond,splash! Silence…
Steam of roasting tea.
The Milky Way
autumn nightfall
To bird, butterfly.
