Basho

Upon the temple bell A butterfly is sleeping well.

By Buson

What an expanse of rape-flowers,
With the moon east and the sun west!

By Buson

The snow upon my hat
Feels light, being mine own.

By Kikaku

My eyes which had seen all came back,
Back to the white chrysanthemums.

By Issh

How the skylark soars,
Treading on the cloud,
Inhaling the haze!

By Shiki

That rogue called Love having left me,
How cold snow feels to me!

By Jakushi

I sit up or lie down and yet,
How large is the mosquito-net !

By Ukihashi (a poetess)

Ah! he is not a common man
Who turns to a flowerless tree.

By Onitsura

An Epitaph Upon Himself

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of life:
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

By Landor

A single match
Makes darkness flinch.

By Mannen