Six Haiku
by Yosa Buson (1716-1783)
1
White lotus--
the monk
draws back his blade.
2
Such a moon--
the thief
pauses to sing.
3
It pierces through me
to stumble in our bedroom
on my dead wife's comb.
4
Avoiding fishnet
and fishing lines,
moon on the water.
5
At the old pond
the frog is aging
among falling leaves
6
Plum blossoms scent
rising higher,
the moon's halo.
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