Haiku_Daily
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|| That pretty girl -- | munching and rustling | the wrapped-up rice cake. || [Issa]
1:18 PM Oct 26th
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|| A caterpillar, | this deep in fall -- | still not a butterfly. || [Bashō]
12:45 PM Oct 25th
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|| A flying squirrel | chewing on a bird | in the withered fields. || [Buson]
8:36 AM Oct 24th
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|| Were it sweet, | it'd be my dew, | his dew. || [Issa]
9:07 AM Oct 23rd
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|| First winter rain -- | even the monkey | seems to want a raincoat. || [Bashō]
8:14 AM Oct 22nd
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|| Plums in blossom | and the geishas who can't go out | are buying sashes. || [Buson]
7:09 AM Oct 21st
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"A quiet life": || Under my house | an inchworm | measuring the joists. || [Issa]
7:06 AM Oct 20th
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"At Shozui Temple": || A monk sips morning tea, | it's quiet, | the chrysanthemum's flowering. || [Bashō]
7:13 AM Oct 19th
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|| A bat flits | in moonlight | above the plum blossoms. || [Buson]
7:16 AM Oct 18th
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|| I'm going to roll over, | so please move, | cricket. || [Issa]
7:14 AM Oct 18th
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|| This autumn -- | why am I growing old? | bird disappearing among clouds. || [Bashō]
7:56 AM Oct 16th
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|| Cover my head | or my feet? | the winter quilt. || [Buson]
7:55 AM Oct 16th
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|| Zealous flea, | you're about to be a Buddha | by my hand. || [Issa]
7:54 AM Oct 16th
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|| A snowy morning -- | by myself, | chewing on dried salmon. || [Bashō]
4:35 PM Oct 13th
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|| Spring wind -- | the river bank goes on and on | and home is still far away. || [Buson]
5:35 AM Oct 12th
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|| How refreshing! | moon over this gate through which, | at last, I'm free to pass. || [Issa]
6:58 AM Oct 11th
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|| Stillness -- | the cicada's cry | drills into the rocks. || [Bashō]
3:16 PM Oct 10th
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|| May rains -- | even a nameless stream | is a frightening thing. || [Buson]
8:48 AM Oct 9th
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|| Summer night -- | even the stars | are whispering to each other. || [Issa]
1:29 PM Oct 8th
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|| The peasant's child, | husking rice, stops, | and gazes at the moon. || [Bashō]
1:29 PM Oct 8th
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- Name Vikram K. Sundaram
- Location NYC
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- Bio || One Haiku Every Day || ... || Also, be sure to read my new Poetry Column -- The Poet's Haven (link above) ||
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