• The end of spring
lingers
in the cherry blossoms.
— Buson

• Summer night-
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
— Issa

• Goes out,
comes back -
the loves of a cat.
— Issa

• The wren —
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?
— Issa

• I'm going to roll over,
so please move,
cricket.
— Issa

• Even with insects-
some can sing,
some can't.
— Issa

• The flies in the temple
imitate the hands
of the people with prayer beads.
— Issa

• My arm for a pillow,
I really like myself
under the hazy moon,
— Buson