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Was a Japanese poet, and Buddhist priest, known for his haiku poems and his journals. He is regarded as one of the four haiku masters in Japan.
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Kobayashi Issa's poems
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Approaching my village:
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At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:
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These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
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The crow
walks along there
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I'm going out,
flies, so relax,
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Not knowing
it's a tub they're in
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Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
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New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
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Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
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In these latter-day,
Degenerate times,
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Writing shit about new snow
for the rich
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Even with insects--
some can sing,
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A cuckoo sings
to me, to the mountain,
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A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
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