Kobayashi Issa

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

— Kobayashi Issa

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

— Kobayashi Issa

“This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop world And yet —”

— Kobayashi Issa

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

— Kobayashi Issa

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

— Kobayashi Issa

“Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.”

— Kobayashi Issa

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

— Kobayashi Issa

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

— Kobayashi Issa

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy…

— Kobayashi Issa

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

— Kobayashi Issa

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

— Kobayashi Issa

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

— Kobayashi Issa

Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.

— Kobayashi Issa

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.

— Kobayashi Issa

In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers

— Kobayashi Issa

“The children imitating the cormorants, Are more wonderful Than the real cormorants”

— Kobayashi Issa

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

— Kobayashi Issa

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

— Kobayashi Issa

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

— Kobayashi Issa

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

— Kobayashi Issa

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

— Kobayashi Issa

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

— Kobayashi Issa

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

— Kobayashi Issa

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.

— Kobayashi Issa