Who is Kobayashi Issa

Kobayashi Issa (小林 一茶, June 15, 1763 – January 5, 1828) was a Japanese poet and lay Buddhist priest of the Jōdo Shinshū. He is known for his haiku poems and journals. He is better known as simply Issa (一茶), a pen name meaning Cup-of-tea (lit. "one [cup of] tea"). He is regarded as one of the four haiku masters in Japan, along with Bashō, Buson and Shiki — "the Great Four."Reflecting the popularity and interest in Issa as man and poet, Japanese books on Issa outnumber those on Buson and almost equal in number those on Bashō.BiographyIssa was born and registered as Kobayashi Nobuyuki (小林 信之), with a childhood name of Kobayashi Yatarō (小林 弥太郎), the first son of a farmer family of Kashiwabara, now part of Shinano-machi, Shinano Province (present-day Nagan...
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Mountain 4 Snow 3 Spring 3 Song 2 Night 2 Woman 2 People 2 Love 2 I Love You 2 Face 2


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Mariederoy1: enjoying a break from the snow in ab - taking in the blossoms and spring here in beautiful vancouver “what a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.” ― kobayashi issa
Mrsmatsujundesu: "what a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms." —kobayashi issa
Ferranbarber: "what a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms." — kobayashi issa
Estherhawdon: "cherry blossoms -- residents of this world a short time" issa kobayashi (image: taikan yokoyama )
Estherhawdon: "without regret they fall and scatter cherry blossoms" issa kobayashi (images: eiho hirezaki / yuhan ito / shiro kasamatsu)
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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