Upon the temple bell A butterfly is sleeping well.
By Buson
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What an expanse of rape-flowers, With the moon east and the sun west!
By Buson
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The snow upon my hat Feels light, being mine own.
By Kikaku
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My eyes which had seen all came back, Back to the white chrysanthemums.
By Issh
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How the skylark soars, Treading on the cloud, Inhaling the haze!
By Shiki
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That rogue called Love having left me, How cold snow feels to me!
By Jakushi
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I sit up or lie down and yet, How large is the mosquito-net !
By Ukihashi (a poetess)
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Ah! he is not a common man Who turns to a flowerless tree.
By Onitsura
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An Epitaph Upon Himself
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life: It sinks; and I am ready to depart.