Selected haiku by Basho
Seeing the new year’s
first flowers, I’ll live seventy-
five years longer
From what tree’s
blossoming, I do not know,
but oh, its sweet scent!
All day long, singing,
yet the day’s not long enough
for the skylark’s song
If my voice was good,
I’d sing a song of cherry
blossoms falling
A sad confluence–
everyone in the end turns into
young bamboo shoots
These poems were selected by Andy R. (Reader’s Services)
