Spring: <br />A hill without a name <br />Veiled in morning mist. <br /> <br />The beginning of autumn: <br />Sea and emerald paddy <br />Both the same green. <br /> <br />The winds of autumn <br />Blow: yet still green <br />The chestnut husks. <br /> <br />A flash of lightning: <br />Into the gloom <br />Goes the heron's cry. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Geoffrey Bownas And Anthony Thwaite<br /><br />Matsuo Basho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/four-haiku/
