A biography for Kobayashi Issahasn’t been written yet.
“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.”