if i were emperor
of a deserted island
it would be nice
Soseki
without my journey
and without this spring,
i would have missed this dawn
Shiki
but for their cries
the herons would be lost
amidst the morning snow.
Ciyo-ni
you are becoming their servant
Buson
a fallen flower
flew back to it's perch
a butterfly
Moritake
ours is a world of suffering
Issa
for the man who says
he tires of his child
there are no flowers
Basho
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