Thursday Thirteen - Wishful Thinking for the Perfect Day

Since I'm still working a day job outside the home, here is what I hope for on an average day in the future:

1. Wake early without an alarm

Thursday Thirteen - The Haiku of Matsuo Bashō

Thanks to my friend Pack Rat, I was recently reintroduced to the works of Bashō.  Here are thirteen translations from "The Sound of Water":

This bright harvest moon
keeps me walking all night long
around the little pond

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But for a woodpecker
tapping at a post, no sound
at all in the house

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A lovely spring night
suddenly vanished while we
viewed cherry blossoms

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Singing, planting rice,
village songs more lovely
than famous city poems

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Come out to view
the truth of flowers blooming
in poverty

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Autumn approaches
and the heart begins to dream
of four-tatami rooms

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On Budha's birthday
a spotted fawn is born -
just like that

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Winter showers,
even the monkey searches
for a raincoat

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The morning glories
bloom, securing the gate
in the old fence

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That great blue oak
indifferent to all blossoms
appears more noble

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With plum blossoms scent,
this sudden sun emerges
along a mountain trail

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Clouds of cherry blossoms!
Is that temple bell in Ueno
or Asakusa?

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Ungraciously, under
a great soldier's empty helmet,
a cricket sings