Basho Society
The American Basho Society
Passion, Poetry, Power
- beautiful, delicate adorned in dew the noble blossoms of gentlewomen Basho
- flowers ignoring the partygoers are in full bloom Basho
- scent of blossoms on a mountain trail sunrise Basho
- waves of heat shimmering above the dry grass Basho
- wake up, wake up! I would love to be your friend little sleeping butterfly Basho
- the fragrance of orchids from a butterfly's wings perfuming my clothes Basho
- the human heart wanders too migrating birds Issa
- quiet as a flower drinking morning tea Basho
- a poem of two stars written on his arm Issa
- drink up making a flower vase out of a wine bottle Basho
- the fragrance of roasting tea yellow roses Basho
- even in the gutters wildflowers have sprouted Issa
- a series of storybooks for children the scent of plums Basho
- flowers leaning into the path of the sun early summer rain Basho
- preparing a field for hemp blossoms the roar of a powerful storm echoing Basho
- summer rain quickly gathering into the river Basho
- wildflowers celebrating the rain Ogawa
- a fading sun shimmering heat lingering Basho
- finally a clear sky but no moon in sight summer mountain Issa
- floating upon the waves of a lake summer world Basho
- the moon by the river is just sliver summer evening Issa
- whispers gently through an open window first firefly Issa
- in a field of grass every flower is an achievement Basho
- alone at sunrise lotus blossoms Issa
- rising up from a mountain of trash a small butterfly Issa
- secluded behind the waterfall summer retreat begins Basho
- a hot sun taken into the sea by the river Basho
- a journey for moon viewing departs at dawn Basho
- I regret I was not a bird to knock at your door Basho
- trees filled with vibrant birds lush blossoms Issa
- first celebrate the flowers in your heart Basho
- teasing me then rushing away first firefly Issa
- in a burst of lightning holding in the darkness a paper candle Basho
- a butterfly joins me sharing a tree's shade like old friends Issa
- be inspired by poetry be perfected by music Confucius
- again the river blooms yellow roses Issa
- drinking wine in the shadow of scattered blossoms Basho
- first firefly passes by and vanishes again Issa
- nothing has been compared to the crescent moon Basho
- the day is fleeting as is the life of the dragonfly Issa
- fragrance of an orchid from a butterfly’s wings perfuming my clothes Basho
- which of the flowers are for a grass pillow? in a herb garden Basho
- a serene night, beneath the cherry trees a wave of blossoms Basho
- you are not a waste of resources
- without you cherry blossoms are just blossoms Issa
- let your words define who you are in your heart