When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.


Translated by Robert Hass

(C) Matsuo Basho
03/22/2017


Best Poems of Matsuo Basho

• The Old Pond
• Four Haiku
• With Every Gust Of Wind
• A Caterpillar
• The Oak Tree
• Morning And Evening
• The Whole Family
• Temple Bells Die Out
• The Shallows
• Untitled
• Shaking The Grave
• Year-s End,
• Bush Warbler
• Stillness
• Teeth Sensitive To The Sand
• Midfield
• A Wild Sea
• Fleas, Lice
• Autumn Moonlight
• A Man Infirm