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LyLella: Yosa Buson Summer, Autumn, Winter. Summer 1 The man and his wife once to be punished by death change into summer clothes Ueda. - ppt download

_ui1422: Sweet springtime showers And no words can express How sad it all is Yosa Buson

dhulston: “Sakura, sakura they fall in the dreams of sleeping beauty” – Yosa Buson.

SamRasnake: Happy World Poetry Day... Washing the hoe-- ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. - Yosa Buson (Trans. Robert Hass)

haikueveryday: Evading the fishnet and evading the fishing ropes the moon on the water — Yosa Buson

QuwwatTakhayyul: Wind blows they scatter and it dies fallen petals. Petals falling unable to resist the moonlight. Sakura, sakura they fall in the dreams of sleeping beauty. —Yosa Buson (1716–84)

Eve_Castle: . Sparrow singing its tiny mouth open. Yosa Buson (1716-1783) Translation by Robert Hass, The Essential Haiku, 1994

theeconomypress: POEMS OF YOSA BUSON is a short and varied collection of Buson’s haiku. Each translation is accompanied by the original Japanese text and English transliteration (romaji). Available here:

Eve_Castle: . Cover my head or my feet? the winter quilt. Yosa Buson (1716-1783) Translation by Robert Hass, The Essential Haiku, 1994

theeconomypress: Poems of Yosa Buson is a short and varied collection of Buson’s haiku. Each translation is accompanied by the original Japanese text and English transliteration (romaji). Available here:

EstherHawdon: "The spring sea rising and falling, rising and falling all day." Buson Yosa (image: Hasui Kawase)

Try_This_Dot: The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle -Yosa Buson

Eve_Castle: They end their flight one by one~ crows at dusk. Yosa Buson (1716-1783) Translation by Robert Hass, The Essential Haiku, 1994

_ui1422: Two walking Sharing an umbrella A spring rain love story Yosa Buson

_ui1422: Dewy grass Silently weeping In the dying sun Yosa Buson

Eve_Castle: . I go, you stay; two autumns. Yosa Buson (1716-1783) Translation by Robert Hass, The Essential Haiku, 1994

EstherHawdon: "Once the first snow runs to the bottom of itself... moon over bamboo" Buson Yosa [Shinsui Ito/ Teruhide Kato]

EstherHawdon: "A branch snaps under snow waking me from a dream of the cherries flowering on Yoshino" Buson Yosa [Hasui Kawase / Kaii Higashiyama]

DanLydia22: The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle- Spring twilight - Yosa Buson

PopHemingway: A haiku poem is a three-line form of Japanese poetry. The first and last lines of the poem have five syllables, and the second or middle line has seven. Spring ocean Swaying gently All day long. ---Yosa Buson

PopHemingway: A haiku poem is a three-line form of Japanese poetry. The first and last lines of the poem have five syllables, and the second or middle line has seven. In pale moonlight~ the wisteria’s scent comes from far away. --Yosa Buson

kunzum: 'The Essential Haiku' introduces you to the compact Japanese poetry form. This collection brings together fresh translations of works by three great haiku masters: Matsuo Basho of the 17th century, Yosa Buson of the 18th century, and Kobayashi Issa of the early 19th century.

ybl_ebf: "Bamboo in the moonlight - In the whole world Nothing else so still." "Bamboo in the Moonlight" by Yosa Buson (1716-1783), a Japanese poet and painter Photo by Uriel Soberanes

_ui1422: In the long night Writing poetry with The broken edge of the moon Yosa Buson

EstherHawdon: "whatever he learns goes in one ear and out the other a firefly" Buson Yosa (image: Buson Yosa/ Mikiko Noji)

EstherHawdon: "Someone goes by wearing a hood in his own darkness not seeing the harvest moon" Buson Yosa (image: Shotei Takahashi)

JMBlum2: In the moonlight by Yosa Buson 'In the moonlight, The color and scent of the wisteria Seems far away.'

marlinhoister: The old calendar fills me with gratitude like a song. -Yosa Buson

aboutmonsters: Y lo que siento realmente: The old calendar fills me with gratitude like a song. - Yosa Buson.

akurathG: STAY RESILIENT NIMRIT Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it. - Yosa Buson..

theeconomypress: from POEMS OF BUSON

EstherHawdon: "In nooks and corners Cold remains: Flowers of the plum" Buson Yosa (trans. RH Blyth) (images: Harunobu Suzuki)

EstherHawdon: "The first snow falls then it melts into dew on the grass" Buson Yosa (image: Koitsu Tsuchiya)

LeaksPh: A summer river being crossed - how pleasing - with sandals in my hands! Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

kenkenpa1170: What a chill I felt, stepping on my dead wife's comb in our bedroom. Yosa Buson

ancientawakener: Into the darkness of an old well a camellia drops - Yosa Buson

BoeingSvetlana: A moment In life's brevity Autumn sunset ~ Yosa Buson, 1716-1784

_ui1422: White plum blossoms Return to the withered tree- Moonlit night Yosa Buson

JohannesBakker7: Poem of the day Nov 21 '02 included a line about "a wordless language" that reminded me once again of C S Peirce's Qualisign (first order firstness) & also Yosa Buson's haiku's. Moses spoke to a burning bush & felt the wind on his face; Israel wrestled w an angel or El all night.

Osam_U: Come and play with me, parentless sparrow. Issa Kobayashi died on November 19, 1828. He lost his mother at the age of three. He is 66 years old. Along with Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) and Yosa Buson (1716-1784), he was one of the leading haiku poets of the Edo period.

isidro_li: Down the narrow lane a voice passes crying a midwinter prayer — Yosa Buson

JackCooper666: Getting into Yosa Buson's poetry: Miles of frost – On the lake The moon’s my own.

781Moksha2011: terracemuse: Utter aloneness - Another great pleasure In autumn twilight. -Yosa Buson 1718-1784

_ui1422: I must remain, You must depart, Two autumn falling in my heart Yosa Buson

PearlWest1954: Such a moon— the thief pauses to sing. Yosa Buson 与謝 蕪村

RDGStout: Tonsuring a highwayman and accepting him as his disciple, on a journey in autumn. —Yosa Buson

thefallreview: Cutting into with the ax, I was surprised at the scent. The winter trees. -Yosa buson

japantimes: A new joint exhibition at two museums complement the poet's travel manuscript, which went missing for half a century, with paintings by Yosa Buson and Ito Jakuchu.

japantimes: A new joint exhibition at two museums complement the poet's travel manuscript, which went missing for half a century, with paintings by Yosa Buson and Ito Jakuchu.

AndyVermaut: Andy Vermaut shares:Matsuo Basho’s lost travelogue finds its way to Kyoto: A new joint exhibition at two museums complement the poet's travel manuscript, which went missing for half a century, with paintings by Yosa Buson and ...

khazhad: mi no aki ya koyoi o shinobu asu mo ari Autumn weighs upon me but tomorrow will come and I will miss tonight ~Yosa Buson

Dragon07128615: Yosa Buson (1716-1784) Only Mount Fuji Is left unburied By young leaves.

RoxxyM5: What U want to acquire, U should dare to acquire by any means. What U want to see even though it is with difficulty, you should see. You should not let it pass, thinking there will be another chance….It is quite unusual to have a second chance to materialize U desire —Yosa Buson

sherlyholmes: Poem of the day: “The light of a candle” by Yosa Buson, translated from the Japanese by Edith Shiffert. Be

EstherHawdon: "Sparrow singing ― its tiny mouth open" Buson Yosa (image: Seiho Takeuchi)

_ui1422: Mist among grasses Silent rain Evening calm Yosa Buson

_ui1422: In the pale moonlight The wisteria’s scent Comes from faraway Yosa Buson

_ui1422: Mountains darken Robbing the scarlet From the maple leaves Yosa Buson

EstherHawdon: "This evening, autumn chills me ― But there will be a day When I will lovingly recall this evening" Buson Yosa (image: Hasui Kawase)

mkimdorman: going out the gate oneself, then, a traveller at autumn nightfall kado wo dereba ware mo yukuhito aki no kure -Yosa Buson, 1716-84 (tr. Harry Gilonis)

EstherHawdon: "because I'm alone I'm able to make friends with the moon" Buson Yosa (images: Shunman Kubo / Terukata Ikeda)

_ui1422: Not quite dark yet, And stars shining Above the withered field Yosa Buson

EstherHawdon: "Calligraphy of geese against the sky - the moon seals it." Buson Yosa (image: Koson Ohara)

Propertynerd_: “The light of a candle is transferred to another candle spring twilight” - Yosa Buson

cyclownez: What a chill I felt, stepping on my dead wife's comb in our bedroom. Yosa Buson

karmanomad: The old man cutting barley– bent like a sickle. - Yosa Buson

thefallreview: Yosa Buson - Poems by the Famous Poet - All Poetry

v_rossouw3: "Spring rain, the day ending I linger with it.." Yosa Buson, Looking Across The Field

EstherHawdon: "fox fire - on the night when the skull gathers rain" ― Buson Yosa (tr. Gabi Greve) (images: Hiroshige)

pierre_mhanna: White dew one drop on each thorn - Yosa Buson

EstherHawdon: "Autumn weighs upon me but tomorrow will come and I will miss tonight" Buson Yosa (image: hasui Kawase)

pierre_mhanna: Tilling the field the unmoving cloud has disappeared - Yosa Buson

ClevelandArtBot: Water Buffalo Returning Home- Yosa Buson (Japanese, 1716-1783); Hanging scroll, ink and light color on silk, 1781 | 1970.77

EstherHawdon: "With age Even the voice of the cricket Is sad" Buson Yosa (image: Zeshin Shibata)

EstherHawdon: "this dragonfly - the color of the walls of my hometown village" Buson Yosa (images: Hasui Kawase / Koson Ohara)

MTT_News: Japan art and Yosa Buson: Lone seeker to single cuckoo

EstherHawdon: "Withered grasses; A fox messenger hurries by." Buson Yosa (images: Kayo Yamaguchi)

jorjaclare: New artwork for sale! - "Pink cherry blossom with Yosa Buson Haiku Poem" -

MykFergy: Ah, what coolness— echoing out from the bell, the sound of the bell! suzushisa ya kane o hanaruru kane no oto Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

jorjaclare: New artwork for sale! - "Pink cherry blossom with Yosa Buson Haiku Poem" -

EstherHawdon: ”Night falls on the mountains, but in the fields the pampas grasses show in the twilight." Buson Yosa (images: Kaii Higashiyama / Hoitsu Sakai)

_ui1422: The short night In the river crossing .. there still remain A silver of the moon Yosa Buson

_ui1422: The day isn’t long enough For the sound Of the skylark Yosa Buson

_ui1422: White dew One drop In each thorn Yosa Buson

OMountainShadow: We have gone looking for mushrooms I look up and there above the mountains is the moon —Yosa Buson tr. WS Merwin and Takako Lento

ftrujillo915: We have gone looking for mushrooms I look up and there above the mountains is the moon —Yosa Buson, tr. WS Merwin and Takako Lento

_ui1422: On two branches The plum blossoms bloom One next to the other, love Yosa Buson

travmexico: “Young leaves, the sound of a waterfall, heard from far and near.” Yosa Buson

EstherHawdon: "caught ― a firefly in the mind's darkness" Yosa Buson (images: left: Yoshitoshi Tsukioka / Sozan Ito)

CynicalMallu: The path disappears under wild roses in bloom among all the fragrances ——Yosa Buson, tr. Takako Lento and WS Merwin

EstherHawdon: "Coolness! The sound of the bell Leaving the bell." ― Buson Yosa (tr. Earl Miner) (images: Koho Shoda)

EstherHawdon: "Evening-glories; There should be also One blooming yellow" ― Buson Yosa (tr. R.H.Blyth) (image: Toshikata Mizuno)

thefallreview: Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment. Yosa Buson Translated by Robert Hass

_ui1422: Among white plum blossoms What remains is the night About to break into dawn Yosa Buson

_ui1422: Grasses are misty The waters silent A tranquil evening Yosa Buson

pierre_mhanna: "Not quite dark yet and the stars shining above the withered fields." - Yosa Buson

_ui1422: Short summer night But in this solemn darkness One peony bloomed Yosa Buson

MTT_News: Japan art and Yosa Buson: Lone seeker to single cuckoo

SCoushen: * * * The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle Spring twilight Yosa Buson

AidanBricks: Illustration: Yosa Buson, "Scene from The Narrow Road to the Deep North", c. 1780

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