Here are the four haiku he posts from Buson in English translation:
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
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Blow of an ax,
pine scent,
the winter woods.
pine scent,
the winter woods.
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Blown from the west,
fallen leaves gather
in the east.
fallen leaves gather
in the east.
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The short night–
broken, in the shallows,
a crescent moon.
broken, in the shallows,
a crescent moon.
~Yosa Buson
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