White blossoms of the pear

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…

in the withered fields.Translated by Robert Hass

how hot it is!Translated by Robert Hass

far off, wild ducks.Translated by Robert Hass

under the bare trees.Translated by Robert Hass

a mosquite buzzesevery time flowersof honeysuckle fall