A dead chrysanthemum
And yet - isn't there still something
Remaining in it?
#Kyoshi Takahama
Before the white chrysanthemum
The scissors hesitate a moment.
#Yosa Buson
Over the wintry forest,
Winds howl in rage
With no leaves to blow.
#Natsume Soseki
The usually hateful crow:
He, too - this morning,
On the snow!
#Yosa Buson
Deep in dark forest
A woodcutter's dull axe talking...
And a woodcutter.
#Yosa Buson
Now in sad autumn
As I take my darkening path
A solitary bird
#Matsuo Basho
It is the head of the dragon
That I killed in dream, just now,
When I fell asleep.
#Wu Cheng En
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