Kobayashi Issa Quotes

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Red morning sky - snail, are you glad of it?

In this world we walk on the roof of hell gazing at flowers

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes.

before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Where there are humans, You'll find flies, And Buddhas.

Moon, plum blossoms, this, that, and the day goes

Take a nap Making the mountain water Pound the rice.

Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.

Even with insects - some can sing, some can't.

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

Face of the spring moon- about twelve years old, I'd say.

Don't kill!...The fly is asking youTo save his lifeBy rubbing his hands together

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings...Amble out for love

O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees...Strangers are like friends

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see...Blue morning-glories

This dewdrop world Is but a dewdrop worldAnd yet —

before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow

HereI'm here-the snow falling.

Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

In the cherry blossom's shadethere's no such thingas a stranger.

Never forget:we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

What a strange thing!to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.