Kobayashi Issa

“before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow”

“Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.”

“What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.”

“HereI'm here-the snow falling.”

“In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends”

“Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories”

“On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting”

“This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop worldAnd yet —”

“In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.”

“Never forget:we walk on hell,gazing at flowers.”