Four Haiku

 

Tilling the field,

He wipes his snotty hand

On the plum-flowers.

 

Issa

 

 

The mud-snail

Crawls two or three feet,—

And the day is over.

 

— Gomei

 

From their croaking,

The frogs sound as if

Elbowing one another.

 

Hokushi

 

 

The spring night

Has come to an end,

With dawn on the cherry blossoms.

 

Basho

 

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