hurry up and bloom
the festival approaches
chrysanthemum flowers

– Matsuo Bashō

a day of flowers darkens
with the sadness of the false cypress
tomorrow I will become

– Matsuo Bashō

in full bloom
may the plum not be touched
by the wind’s hand

– Matsuo Bashō

mountain cherries
first of all the two
tiled roofs

– Matsuo Bashō

glistening dew
not spilling from bush clover
still it sways

– Matsuo Bashō

wine cup
don’t drop in any dirt
village swallows

– Matsuo Bashō

surely it is spring
in the nameless mountains
a thin haze

– Matsuo Bashō

one cry
lies on the inlet
the cuckoo’s

– Matsuo Bashō

two lives
between them have lived
cherry blossoms

– Matsuo Bashō

plum blossom scent
has chased away the return
of the cold

– Matsuo Bashō

wearing a paper robe
even if it gets wet
picking flowers in the rain

– Matsuo Bashō

bush warbler
has dropped his hat
camellia

– Matsuo Bashō

leave aside
literary talents
tree peony

– Matsuo Bashō

coming to the eye
especially at this time
May’s Mount Fuji

– Matsuo Bashō

morning glories
ignoring the revelers
in full bloom

– Matsuo Bashō

no doubt
flowers of the sea waters
springtime on the bay

– Matsuo Bashō

crane feathers
in a black robe
clouds of flowers

– Matsuo Bashō

the cloud’s base
Mount Fuji shaped as a cedar
grows thicker

– Matsuo Bashō

earliest spring
selling plum flower wine
the fragrance

– Matsuo Bashō

growing old
one does not even know it
after forty

– Matsuo Bashō