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• What Children Do: Basho Honors the Young
• Introduction to this site
• The Human Story:
• Praise for Women
• Love and Sex in Basho
• Children and Teens
• Humanity and Friendship
• On Translating Basho
• Basho Himself
• Poetry and Music
• The Physical Body
• Food, Drink, and Fire
• Animals in Basho
• Space and Time
• Letters Year by Year
• Bilingual Basho 日本語も
• 芭蕉について日本語の論文
• Basho Renku, 芭蕉連句
• Women in Basho
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• New Articles


Matsuo Basho 1644~1694

The only substantial
collection in English
of Basho's renku, tanka,
letters and spoken word
along with his haiku, travel
journals, and essays.

The only poet in old-time
literature who paid attention with praise
to ordinary women, children, and teenagers
in hundreds of poems

Hundreds upon hundreds of Basho works
(mostly renku)about women, children,
teenagers, friendship, compassion, love.

These are resources we can use to better
understand ourselves and humanity.

Interesting and heartfelt
(not scholarly and boring)
for anyone concerned with
humanity.


“An astonishing range of
social subject matter and
compassionate intuition”


"The primordial power
of the feminine emanating
from Basho's poetry"


Hopeful, life-affirming
messages from one of
the greatest minds ever.

Through his letters,
we travel through his mind
and discover Basho's
gentleness and humanity.

I plead for your help in
finding a person or group
to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material,
to edit and improve the material, to receive 100%
of royalties, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide
and preserve for future generations.

Quotations from Basho Prose


The days and months are
guests passing through eternity.
The years that go by
also are travelers.



The mountains in silence
nurture the spirit;
the water with movement
calms the emotions.


All the more joyful,
all the more caring


Seek not the traces
of the ancients;
seek rather the
places they sought.



Basho Spoken Word


Only this, apply your heart
to what children do


"The attachment to Oldness
is the very worst disease
a poet can have."


“The skillful have a disease;
let a three-foot child
get the poem"


"Be sick and tired
of yesterday’s self."


"This is the path of a fresh
lively taste with aliveness
in both heart and words."
.

"In poetry is a realm
which cannot be taught.
You must pass through it
yourself. Some poets have made
no effort to pass through, merely
counting things and trying
to remember them.
There was no passing
through the things."


"In verses of other poets,
there is too much making
and the heart’s
immediacy is lost.
What is made from
the heart is good;
the product of words
shall not be preferred."


"We can live without poetry,
yet without harmonizing
with the world’s feeling
and passing not through
human feeling, a person
cannot be fulfilled. Also,
without good friends,
this would be difficult."


"Poetry benefits
from the realization
of ordinary words."


"Many of my followers
write haiku equal to mine,
however in renku is the
bone marrow of this old man."


"Your following stanza
should suit the previous one as an expression
of the same heart's connection."


"Link verses the way
children play."


"Make renku
ride the Energy.
Get the timing wrong,
you ruin the rhythm."


"The physical form
first of all must be graceful
then a musical quality
makes a superior verse."

"As the years passed
by to half a century.
asleep I hovered
among morning clouds
and evening dusk,
awake I was astonished
at the voices of mountain
streams and wild birds."


“These flies sure enjoy
having an unexpected
sick person.”



Haiku of Humanity


Drunk on sake
woman wearing haori
puts in a sword


Night in spring
one hidden in mystery
temple corner


Wrapping rice cake
with one hands she tucks
hair behind ear


On Life's journey
plowing a small field
going and returning


Child of poverty
hulling rice, pauses to
look at the moon


Tone so clear
the Big Dipper resounds
her mallet


Huddling
under the futon, cold
horrible night


Jar cracks
with the ice at night
awakening



Basho Renku
Masterpieces

With her needle
in autumn she manages
to make ends meet
Daughter playing koto
reaches age seven


After the years
of grieving. . . finally
past eighteen
Day and night dreams of
Father in that battle


Now to this brothel
my body has been sold
Can I trust you
with a letter I wrote,
mirror polisher?


Only my face
by rice-seedling mud
is not soiled
Breastfeeding on my lap
what dreams do you see?



Single renku stanzas


Giving birth to
love in the world, she
adorns herself



Autumn wind
saying not a word
child in tears


Among women
one allowed to lead
them in chorus


Easing in
her slender forearm
for his pillow


Two death poems:


On a journey taken ill
dreams on withered fields
wander about

Clear cascade -
into the ripples fall
green pine needles




basho4humanity
@gmail.com




Plea for Affiliation

 

Plea For Affiliation

 

I pray for your help

in finding someone
individual, university,

or foundation - 
to take over my

3000 pages of material,   
to cooperate with me 

to edit the material,
to receive all royalties 

from sales, to spread

Basho’s wisdom worldwide,
and preserve for

future generations.


basho4humanity

@gmail.com

 



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Verses Only: Renku 5

For commentaries and Japanese originals, see Renku Section 5

Legend:
Words of Basho in bold
Words of other poets not bold

Basho said              

In renku, have a three-foot child get the link.

A three-foot tall child would be age 5 or 6.  Children have the clarity of mind to get the point of renku.

 

              -------------------------------------------

Sadly falcon suffers
his loss of feathers
Only a woman                      
in an old mansion
with a torn screen

 

 

By moonlight
my poor mother at work
beside the window -
She would hide fingers                
stained with indigo

 

 

Doorway curtain                       
behind it, deep within
northside plum
Pine needles are falling
in the month of March

 

 

 

Before my eyes                      
the scene just as is
makes a haiku -
As a child turns seven            
face becomes clear

 

 

 

 

                       --------------------------------------------

 

The days pile up
getting used to a woman
who floats along
The grass of love weakens          
his arm for archery

 

 

 

Telling the Truth
of Buddhism is sad,
field of graves
Chased, the doe flees,                     
leaving behind her fawn

 

 

 

Sister from the Capital
here to have her baby
Weaving folded                            
at back door she lights
flower incense

 

 

Missing teeth, Granddad’s 
nembutsu sounds strange

 

 

Giving breast
to baby, something
she must say:
“Leaving thoughts behind,
Papa sent far away”
Strumming lute                            
from evening, she cries
past daybreak

 

 


Baby duck seems to be
interested in the water
Lake ripples -                                5: 119
waiting for lantern light
to end today

 

 

Memorial service
in tears she recites
request for alms
A beautiful child                   5:150
asleep on her lap
Far from village
under cherry in bloom
broiling tofu
Butterfly goes crazy
inside netted hat

 

 

 

Not letting on his boots
rain falls at day break

As they part                               5: 157
ever so delicate and
fascinating

Beauty of her voice
when she has a cold

Sliding back                            5: 157
her tray with lunch
untouched

 

 

 

The shop is lonely,                     5: 160
barley that he ground
Without a home
only wrapped in silk
mirror clear
What the miko thinks                 5: 160
is what she speaks

 

 

Wretched in her
distress she gazes at
the evening sky
In those clouds, whose               5: 161
tears are contained?

 

 

 

The Moon passes
through the infinite sky
and disappears
Pounding cloth far away                 5: 162
dozing off on the saddle

 

 

Majestic Chinese
gables on tile roof
of a herbalist
A child well-treated                    5: 163
should not be skinny

 

 

 

On his Chinese-
style hood scatter
cherry blossoms
Drunk from ox falling               5: 172
in the spring breeze

 

 

Youngest daughter hates
the mole on her face
Robe for dancing                                5: 180
aimlessly she folds it
inside the box

 

 

For the hell of it
stealing single orchid
Dew heavy                                     5: 182
the monk in silence
opens the door

 

 

 

Fuji pilgrim’s                                    5:192
straw backpack becomes
pillow of grass
For a while the Gods
Mother’s soul to keep

 

 

 

From emaciated breasts
squeezing tears of dew
In his absence                                  5: 210
meal tray placed inside
mosquito net


 

 

I am one person in                                5: 254
a floating world of love
When I try
to speak of this desire,
only stutter

 

 

 

Waves make the misty
Mount Fuji move about
Inviting folks                                      5:267
to the low-tide beach
for pickled squid

 

 

 

Arising to blow on embers,                      5: 268
the wife of a bell ringer
Going and returning
she calls for her lost child
moonlight and stars

 

 

Blackwood smoldering
shack hidden in a hollow
To whom can she                                         5: 269
be given as a bride?
her thoughts of love

 

 

 

As I speak,                                      5: 281
her face hidden by
folding fan
That sleep-tousled hair
a difficult boat ride

 

 

 

Today again                                      5: 288
on the Stone to worship
the Rising Sun
Washing starch from rice
white water cascade

 

 

 

 

Collective roof thatching
autumn in the village
Lowly women                                         5: 298
serve nembutsu dancers
cups of tea

 

 

 

There are times
when even cicadas
enter a dream
Twigs of the catalpa                      5: 299
block messages of love
How the wife
really hates being called
the farmer’s “field”

 

 

Sled pulling
firewood, one path
through the snow
Each house’s warrior                                5: 303
in winter seclusion

 

 

Summonned to the palace
ashamed by the gossip
Easing in                                                      5: 304
her slender forearm
for his pillow

 

 

 

Water forbidden
black hair’s distress -
At an age
to take care of dolls
she is lovely
Harp held in her hands                              5: 317
heavy upon her lap
Even as a dream in a snooze,
no recall of being at court


 

basho4humanity@gmail.com






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The Three Thirds of Basho

 

 

I plead for your help in finding a person or group to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material, to edit and improve the presentation, to receive all royalties from sales, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide and preserve for future generations.

 

basho4humanity@gmail.com
Basho's thoughts on...
• What Children Do: Basho Honors the Young
• Introduction to this site
• The Human Story:
• Praise for Women
• Love and Sex in Basho
• Children and Teens
• Humanity and Friendship
• On Translating Basho
• Basho Himself
• Poetry and Music
• The Physical Body
• Food, Drink, and Fire
• Animals in Basho
• Space and Time
• Letters Year by Year
• Bilingual Basho 日本語も
• 芭蕉について日本語の論文
• Basho Renku, 芭蕉連句
• Women in Basho
• BAMHAY (Basho Amazes Me! How About You?)
• New Articles


Matsuo Basho 1644~1694

The only substantial
collection in English
of Basho's renku, tanka,
letters and spoken word
along with his haiku, travel
journals, and essays.

The only poet in old-time
literature who paid attention with praise
to ordinary women, children, and teenagers
in hundreds of poems

Hundreds upon hundreds of Basho works
(mostly renku)about women, children,
teenagers, friendship, compassion, love.

These are resources we can use to better
understand ourselves and humanity.

Interesting and heartfelt
(not scholarly and boring)
for anyone concerned with
humanity.


“An astonishing range of
social subject matter and
compassionate intuition”


"The primordial power
of the feminine emanating
from Basho's poetry"


Hopeful, life-affirming
messages from one of
the greatest minds ever.

Through his letters,
we travel through his mind
and discover Basho's
gentleness and humanity.

I plead for your help in
finding a person or group
to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material,
to edit and improve the material, to receive 100%
of royalties, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide
and preserve for future generations.

Quotations from Basho Prose


The days and months are
guests passing through eternity.
The years that go by
also are travelers.



The mountains in silence
nurture the spirit;
the water with movement
calms the emotions.


All the more joyful,
all the more caring


Seek not the traces
of the ancients;
seek rather the
places they sought.



Basho Spoken Word


Only this, apply your heart
to what children do


"The attachment to Oldness
is the very worst disease
a poet can have."


“The skillful have a disease;
let a three-foot child
get the poem"


"Be sick and tired
of yesterday’s self."


"This is the path of a fresh
lively taste with aliveness
in both heart and words."
.

"In poetry is a realm
which cannot be taught.
You must pass through it
yourself. Some poets have made
no effort to pass through, merely
counting things and trying
to remember them.
There was no passing
through the things."


"In verses of other poets,
there is too much making
and the heart’s
immediacy is lost.
What is made from
the heart is good;
the product of words
shall not be preferred."


"We can live without poetry,
yet without harmonizing
with the world’s feeling
and passing not through
human feeling, a person
cannot be fulfilled. Also,
without good friends,
this would be difficult."


"Poetry benefits
from the realization
of ordinary words."


"Many of my followers
write haiku equal to mine,
however in renku is the
bone marrow of this old man."


"Your following stanza
should suit the previous one as an expression
of the same heart's connection."


"Link verses the way
children play."


"Make renku
ride the Energy.
Get the timing wrong,
you ruin the rhythm."


"The physical form
first of all must be graceful
then a musical quality
makes a superior verse."

"As the years passed
by to half a century.
asleep I hovered
among morning clouds
and evening dusk,
awake I was astonished
at the voices of mountain
streams and wild birds."


“These flies sure enjoy
having an unexpected
sick person.”



Haiku of Humanity


Drunk on sake
woman wearing haori
puts in a sword


Night in spring
one hidden in mystery
temple corner


Wrapping rice cake
with one hands she tucks
hair behind ear


On Life's journey
plowing a small field
going and returning


Child of poverty
hulling rice, pauses to
look at the moon


Tone so clear
the Big Dipper resounds
her mallet


Huddling
under the futon, cold
horrible night


Jar cracks
with the ice at night
awakening



Basho Renku
Masterpieces

With her needle
in autumn she manages
to make ends meet
Daughter playing koto
reaches age seven


After the years
of grieving. . . finally
past eighteen
Day and night dreams of
Father in that battle


Now to this brothel
my body has been sold
Can I trust you
with a letter I wrote,
mirror polisher?


Only my face
by rice-seedling mud
is not soiled
Breastfeeding on my lap
what dreams do you see?



Single renku stanzas


Giving birth to
love in the world, she
adorns herself



Autumn wind
saying not a word
child in tears


Among women
one allowed to lead
them in chorus


Easing in
her slender forearm
for his pillow


Two death poems:


On a journey taken ill
dreams on withered fields
wander about

Clear cascade -
into the ripples fall
green pine needles




basho4humanity
@gmail.com




Plea for Affiliation

 

Plea For Affiliation

 

I pray for your help

in finding someone
individual, university,

or foundation - 
to take over my

3000 pages of material,   
to cooperate with me 

to edit the material,
to receive all royalties 

from sales, to spread

Basho’s wisdom worldwide,
and preserve for

future generations.


basho4humanity

@gmail.com