***
How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
life is fleeting.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
Even at home,
how I long for home
when the cuckoo sings.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
What fish feel,
birds feel, I don't know -
the year ending.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
No one travels!
Along this way but I,!
This autumn evening.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
Another year is gone –
A travel hat on my head,
Straw sandals on my feet.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
In this world of ours,
We eat only to cast out,
Sleep only to wake,
And what comes after all that
Is simply to die at last.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
All along this road
not a single soul – only
autumn evening comes.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
Every day is a journey,
and the journey itself
is home.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
This autumn
Why am I aging so?
Flying towards the clouds or birds.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
At the ancient pond
a frog plunges into
the sound of water.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
The temple bell stops
but I still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
***
Your song caresses
the depth of loneliness,
O high mountain bird.
Matsuo Basho (Japan, 1644 -1694)
© Vysokov Andrey
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