The desolation of winter;
passing through a small hamlet,
a dog barks.
— Masaoka Shiki
The desolation of winter;
passing through a small hamlet,
a dog barks.
— Masaoka Shiki
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall –
still not a butterfly.
— Basho
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Master of his days, Could Sisyphus be happy? Camus says he is. Read more →
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Outside my window Somewhere in the big pine tree A bird is singing. Read more →
Outside the window, snow, A woman in a hot bath Overflowing. — Nobuku Katsura See the river flow In a long unbroken line On the field of snow. — Boncho Confined within doors A priest is warming himself Burning a Buddha statue. — Natsume Soseki Through snow, Lights of homes That slammed their gates on me. — Buson Read more →
Originally uploaded by ahp_ibanez On a withered bough A crow alone is perching, Autumn evening now. — Basho The wild geese take flight Low along the railroad tracks In the moonlit night. — Shiki Read more →