Post by jeannerené on Jun 2, 2007 13:43:28 GMT -8
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~ Basho, Matsuo (1644-1694)
The name Bashó (banana tree) is a sobriquet he adopted around 1681 after moving into a hut with a banana tree alongside. He was called Kinsaku in childhood and Matsuo Munefusa in his later days.
Basho's father was a low-ranking samurai from the Iga Province. To be a samurai, Basho serviced for the local lord Todo Yonutsada (Sengin). Since Yonutsada was fond of writing haikai, Basho began writing poetry under the name Sobo.
During the years, Basho made many travels through Japan, and one of the most famous went to the north, where he wrote Oku No Hosomichi (1694). On his last trip, he died in Osaka, and his last haiku indicates that he was still thinking of traveling and writing poetry as he lay dying:
Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor.
At the time of his death, Basho had more than 2000 students.
An old pond!
A frog jumps in-
The sound of water.
The first soft snow!
Enough to bend the leaves
Of the jonquil low.
In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
In all the rains of May
there is one thing not hidden -
the bridge at Seta Bay.
The years first day
thoughts and loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
No blossoms and no moon,
and he is drinking sake
all alone!
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\
~ Shiki, Masaoka (1867-1902)
I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.
After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!
For love and for hate
I swat a fly and offer it
to an ant.
A mountain village
under the pilled-up snow
the sound of water.
Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
A lightning flash:
between the forest trees
I have seen water.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
~ Buson, (1716 - 1783)
BUSON of a wealthy Japanese family came to pursue a career in the arts as a painter. Yet he won even more renown as an expert haiku poet, one that also experimented with the handed-over haiku form, eventually.Buson's poetry known as "ornate and sensuous, rich in visual detail".
BUSON strove to revive the tradition of Basho, his forerunner in the haiku art, but never reached the level of Zen-linked and humanistic understanding won by Basho. Buson is known for saying, "Use the colloquial language to transcend colloquialism," and also that haiku "one must talk poetry." (http://oaks.nvg.org/an2ra2.html)
The slow day;
a pheasant
settles on the bridge
The sparrow is singing,
its small mouth
open.
Someone is living there;
smoke leaks through the wall,
in the spring rain.
Lighting one candle
with another candle;
an evening of spring.
Tilling the field:
the man who asked the way
has disappeared
Bags of seeds
being wetted
by the spring rain.
/`/`/`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\
\`\`\`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
~Issa, (1763 - 1827)
Issa Kobayashi, a haiku poet, whose child name was Yataro and registered name was Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinano, in 1763, and died there in 1827. Kashiwabara is now part of Shinano-machi (Shinano Town), Nagano Prefecture.
At the age of 13, Issa went to Edo, present-day Tokyo, to work and, about the age of 25, started to write haiku, having learned it from Genmu and Chiku-a, and had Seibi Natsume as his patron. After visiting and living at various places, including Kyoto, Osaka, Nagasaki, Matsuyama and other Western cities, Issa returned to his home in Kashiwabara at the age of 51 and was the leader of the haiku world in northern Shinano, till he died at the age of 65. Published: "The Diary at My Father's Death" (1801) and "My Springtime" (1819).
Issa is said to be famous for having composed subjective and individualistic haiku, based on his unhappy family situations, often using the local dialects and words of the daily conversations. www.threeweb.ad.jp/logos/ainet/issa2.html
The snow having melted,
the village
is full of children.
The spring rain;
a little girl teaches
the cat to dance.
A day of haze;
the great room
is deserted and still.
An exhausted sparrow
in the midst
of a crowd of children.
It doesn't seem
very anxious to bloom,
this plum-tree at the gate.
Even on a small island,
a man tilling the field,
a lark singing above it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
~ Basho, Matsuo (1644-1694)
The name Bashó (banana tree) is a sobriquet he adopted around 1681 after moving into a hut with a banana tree alongside. He was called Kinsaku in childhood and Matsuo Munefusa in his later days.
Basho's father was a low-ranking samurai from the Iga Province. To be a samurai, Basho serviced for the local lord Todo Yonutsada (Sengin). Since Yonutsada was fond of writing haikai, Basho began writing poetry under the name Sobo.
During the years, Basho made many travels through Japan, and one of the most famous went to the north, where he wrote Oku No Hosomichi (1694). On his last trip, he died in Osaka, and his last haiku indicates that he was still thinking of traveling and writing poetry as he lay dying:
Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor.
At the time of his death, Basho had more than 2000 students.
An old pond!
A frog jumps in-
The sound of water.
The first soft snow!
Enough to bend the leaves
Of the jonquil low.
In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
In all the rains of May
there is one thing not hidden -
the bridge at Seta Bay.
The years first day
thoughts and loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.
Poverty's child -
he starts to grind the rice,
and gazes at the moon.
No blossoms and no moon,
and he is drinking sake
all alone!
Won't you come and see
loneliness? Just one leaf
from the kiri tree.
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\
~ Shiki, Masaoka (1867-1902)
I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.
After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!
For love and for hate
I swat a fly and offer it
to an ant.
A mountain village
under the pilled-up snow
the sound of water.
Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.
The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.
A lightning flash:
between the forest trees
I have seen water.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
~ Buson, (1716 - 1783)
BUSON of a wealthy Japanese family came to pursue a career in the arts as a painter. Yet he won even more renown as an expert haiku poet, one that also experimented with the handed-over haiku form, eventually.Buson's poetry known as "ornate and sensuous, rich in visual detail".
BUSON strove to revive the tradition of Basho, his forerunner in the haiku art, but never reached the level of Zen-linked and humanistic understanding won by Basho. Buson is known for saying, "Use the colloquial language to transcend colloquialism," and also that haiku "one must talk poetry." (http://oaks.nvg.org/an2ra2.html)
The slow day;
a pheasant
settles on the bridge
The sparrow is singing,
its small mouth
open.
Someone is living there;
smoke leaks through the wall,
in the spring rain.
Lighting one candle
with another candle;
an evening of spring.
Tilling the field:
the man who asked the way
has disappeared
Bags of seeds
being wetted
by the spring rain.
/`/`/`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\`\
\`\`\`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/`/
~Issa, (1763 - 1827)
Issa Kobayashi, a haiku poet, whose child name was Yataro and registered name was Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinano, in 1763, and died there in 1827. Kashiwabara is now part of Shinano-machi (Shinano Town), Nagano Prefecture.
At the age of 13, Issa went to Edo, present-day Tokyo, to work and, about the age of 25, started to write haiku, having learned it from Genmu and Chiku-a, and had Seibi Natsume as his patron. After visiting and living at various places, including Kyoto, Osaka, Nagasaki, Matsuyama and other Western cities, Issa returned to his home in Kashiwabara at the age of 51 and was the leader of the haiku world in northern Shinano, till he died at the age of 65. Published: "The Diary at My Father's Death" (1801) and "My Springtime" (1819).
Issa is said to be famous for having composed subjective and individualistic haiku, based on his unhappy family situations, often using the local dialects and words of the daily conversations. www.threeweb.ad.jp/logos/ainet/issa2.html
The snow having melted,
the village
is full of children.
The spring rain;
a little girl teaches
the cat to dance.
A day of haze;
the great room
is deserted and still.
An exhausted sparrow
in the midst
of a crowd of children.
It doesn't seem
very anxious to bloom,
this plum-tree at the gate.
Even on a small island,
a man tilling the field,
a lark singing above it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
