At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

When Composing A Verse Let There Not Be A Hair's Breath Separating Your Mind From What You Write; Composition Of A Poem Must Be Done In An Instant, Like A Woodcutter Felling A Huge Tree Or A Swordsman Leaping At A Dangerous Enemy.

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.