Carpe Diem #1162 Ueno Iga Province, birthplace of Basho
I’ve chosen some poems by Basho I though would represent the beauty and the different moods of the Ueno Iga Province. I think they show the beauty in simple things and not just the spectacular
a cuckoo cries
and through a thicket of bamboo
the late moon shines Matsuo Basho
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A field of cotton–
as if the moon
had flowered. Translated by Robert Hass Matsuo Basho
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A monk sips morning tea,
it’s quiet,
the chrysanthemum’s flowering. Translated by Robert Hass Matsuo Basho
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a strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky Matsuo Basho
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All the day long-
yet not long enough for the skylark,
singing, singing. Matsuo Basho
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Chilling autumn rains
curtain Mount Fuji, then make it
more beautiful to see Matsuo Basho
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On the white poppy,
a butterfly’s torn wing
is a keepsake Matsuo Basho
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On this road
where nobody else travels
autumn nightfall Matsuo Basho
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The morning glories
bloom, securing the gate
in the old fence Matsuo Basho
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Ada's Poetry Alcove (2) 
Dolores, this is a real beauty. Thanks for sharing all the additional haiku by Basho.
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Gorgeous writing, Dolores!
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What a wonderful series of haiku by Basho to describe the beauty of his birthplace. Your haiku is really awesome and in the same sense and tone as the ones by Basho.
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