Photographs by Yao Xiang, with accompanying
haiku by Basho, Buson, Issa, and others
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Come out to view
the truth of flowers blooming in poverty -- Basho |
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The new year arrived
in utter simplicity - and a deep blue sky -- Issa |
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Distant mountains
reflected in the eye of the dragonfly -- Issa |
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A flowering plum
and a nightingale's love song he remains alone -- Issa |
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Breakfast enjoyed
in the fine company of morning glories -- Basho |
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Defeated in the fray
By bigger battlers for love... Tom-cat seeks a mouse. -- Shiko (Translated by P. Beilenson) |
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Plum blossoms:
My spring Is an ecstacy. -- Issa |
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My noontime nap
disrupted by voices singing rice-planting songs -- Issa |
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In seasonal rain
along a nameless river fear too has no name -- Buson |
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Just to say the word
home, that one word alone, so pleasantly cool -- Issa |
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If a west wind blows,
They pile up in the east - The fallen leaves. -- Buson (translated by H. G. Henderson) |
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In the midst of this world
we stroll along the roof of hell gawking at flowers -- Issa |
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Black Cloudbank Broken
Scatters in the night...Now see Moon-lighted mountains! -- Basho (translated by P. Beilenson) |
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Brilliant moon,
is it true that you too must pass in a hurry -- Issa |
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This world of dew
is only a world of dew - and yet . . . -- Issa |
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Crossing half the sky,
on my way to the capital, big clouds promise snow -- Basho |
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Lonely silence,
a single cicada's cry sinking into stone -- Basho |
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True obedience:
silently the flowers speak to the inner ear -- Onitsura |
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By that fallen house
The pear-tree stands full-blooming... An ancient battle-site. -- Shiki (translated by P. Beilenson) |
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Traveling this high
mountain trail, delighted by violets -- Basho |