Quotes from Yosa Buson

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

This piercing cold I feel:my dead wife's comb, in our bedroomunder my heel…

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

No trail to follow where the teacher has wandered off- the end of autumn.

The behavior of the pigeon is beyond reproach, but the mountain cuckoo?

Chaque pétale qui tombe Vieillit Les branches du prunier

Lighting one candle with another candle- spring evening

His Holiness the Abbot is shitting in the withered fields

Printemps qui s'en va La beauté Me trahit

Un cerisier Boude Le printemps