At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:

Windy fall--
these are the scarlet flowers
she liked to pick.


Translated by Robert Hass

(C) Kobayashi Issa
03/14/2017


Best Poems of Kobayashi Issa

• Writing Shit About New Snow
• Napped Half The Day
• How Much
• The Wren
• That Pretty Girl
• That Wren
• The Snow Is Melting
• All The Time I Pray To Buddha
• These Sea Slugs
• A World Of Dew
• Seen
• The Pheasant Cries
• The Toad! It Looks Like
• Blossoms At Night
• Pissing In The Snow
• With My Father
• The Crow
• Ducks Bobbing On The Water