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Four Poems


398

To be the first one there
he wades the shallows secretly
under the summer moon
 

404

Evening breeze caresses
scrawny legs
on the summer mat
 

509

The morning dewó
a hair of mine has fallen
it has not yet known frost
 

557

One step outside the gate
and I too am a traveller
in the autumn evening
 

    (Text of the poems in transliterated Japanese)


Yosa Buson

Collected Haiku of Yosa Buson
Copper Canyon Press


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