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P o e m s /

F i t z s i m o n s from Bashō in Lockdown andrew fitzsimons

A morning glory closing up in the daytime the lock on my gate asagao ya / hiru wa jō orosu / mon no kaki

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To my brushwood door fallen tea leaves for my tea swept here by the storm shiba no to ni / cha o konoha kaku / arashi kana

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In my hermitage a square of light on the floor the window-shaped moon waga yado wa / shikkakuna kage o / mado no tsuki

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The east and the west the melancholy all one the autumnal wind higashi nishi / awaresa hitotsu / aki no kaze

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For today at least let us all be the aged The first winter rains kyō bakari / hito mo toshi yore / hatsu shigure

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The winter melons Each and every one with change written on the face tōgan ya / tagai ni kawaru / kao no nari

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The year-end bazaar Couldn’t I get up and go and buy some incense?

toshi no ichi / senkō kai ni / idebaya na

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I’m drinking sake incapable now of sleep at night-time the snow sake nomeba / itodo nerarene / yoru no yuki

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Rise and shine rise and shine I want to make you my friend sleeping butterfly okiyo okiyo / waga tomo ni sen / nuru kochō

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My father mother so very much I miss them A kiji calling chichi haha no / shikirini koishi / kiji no koe

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My hair growing out a blue pallor to my face the long summer rains kami haete / yōgan aoshi / satsuki ame

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In my tiny hut the mosquitos so tiny a tiny mercy waga yado wa / ka no chiisaki o / chisō kana

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Day by livelong day barley in the field reddens and the skylark sings hito hi hito hi / mugi akaramite / naku hibari

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A morning glory even one painted poorly blossoms with feeling asagao wa / heta no kaku sae / aware nari

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