After the Gentle Poet Kobayashi Issa - Robert Hass

New Year's morning -
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.

A huge frog and I
staring at each other,
neither of us moves.

This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber-
burned to a crisp.

Asked how old he was
the boy in the new kimono
stretched out all five fingers.

Blossoms at night,
like people
moved by music.

Napped half the day;
no one
punished me!

Fiftieth birthday:

From now on,
It's all clear profit,
every day.

Don't worry, spider,
I keep house
casually.

These sea slugs,
they just don't seem
Japanese.

Hell:

Bright autumn moon;
pond snails crying
in the saucepan.