Favorite haiku.

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  • Step by step
  • up a summer mountain -
  • suddenly: the sea.
  •   -- Issa
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  • Showering
  • onto Mount Kiso,
  • the Milky Way.
  •   -- Issa
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  • Butterfly
  • sleeping
  • on the temple bell.
  •   -- Buson, translated by Robert Hass
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  • The temple bell stops.
  • But the sound keeps coming
  • out of the flowers.
  •   -- Bashō
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  • Wrapping the rice cakes,
  • with one hand
  • she fingers back her hair.
  •   -- Bashō, translated by Robert Hass
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  • All day in grey rain
  • hollyhocks follow the sun's
  • invisible road
  •   -- Bashō
  •  
  • Even in Kyoto,
  • how I long for Kyoto
  • when the cuckoo sings
  •   -- Bashō
  •  
  • Won't you come and see
  • loneliness? Just one leaf
  • from the kiri tree.
  •   -- Bashō
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  • A thicket of summer grass
  • is all that remains
  • of the dreams of ancient warriors.
  •   -- Bashō
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  • The long night:
  • made even longer
  • by a barking dog.
  •   -- Taneda Santōka, translated by Okami
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  • Death poems
  • are mere delusion--
  • death is death.
  •   -- Toko

Lovely list.

The only thing even vaguely relating to a haiku that I've encountered lately has been the song by Low, "Streetlight". The lyrics, as follows:

"And you can see her
as they crack and go out
She throws rocks at streetlights
keeps the streetlight changer busy."

Just beautiful atmospheric little scenes.
There's a really great 2-line Ezra Pound poem inspired by short eastern poetry like haikus that I read a while ago called "At A Station In The Metro" that's really quite something:

"The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough. "

Thanks for your time.