Kobayashi Issa Short Poems
Famous Short Kobayashi Issa Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Kobayashi Issa. A collection of the all-time best Kobayashi Issa short poems
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Kobayashi Issa
In spring rain
a pretty girl
yawning.
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Kobayashi Issa
Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!
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Kobayashi Issa
That wren--
looking here, looking there.
You lose something?
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Kobayashi Issa
I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
make love.
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Kobayashi Issa
A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
to me, to the mountain.
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Kobayashi Issa
Hey, sparrow!
out of the way,
Horse is coming.
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Kobayashi Issa
Summer night--
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
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Kobayashi Issa
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
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Kobayashi Issa
New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack.
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Kobayashi Issa
Even on the smallest islands,
they are tilling the fields,
skylarks singing.
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Kobayashi Issa
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
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Kobayashi Issa
His death poem:
A bath when you're born,
a bath when you die,
how stupid.
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Kobayashi Issa
How much
are you enjying yourself,
tiger moth?
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Kobayashi Issa
All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.
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Kobayashi Issa
Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree.
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Kobayashi Issa
Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.
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Kobayashi Issa
Blossoms at night,
and the faces of people
moved by music.
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Kobayashi Issa
Last time, I think,
I'll brush the flies
from my father's face.
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Kobayashi Issa
Children imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants.
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Kobayashi Issa
Writing shit about new snow
for the rich
is not art.
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Kobayashi Issa
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.
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Kobayashi Issa
The pheasant cries
as if it just noticed
the mountain.
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Kobayashi Issa
The moon tonight--
I even miss
her grumbling.
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Kobayashi Issa
Approaching my village:
Don't know about the people,
but all the scarecrows
are crooked.
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Kobayashi Issa
Face of the spring moon--
about twelve years old,
I'd say.