A day with no autumn wind—a day with no sake in my pot!Matsuo Basho (1644-1194) First autumn morning:The mirror I stare intoShows my father’s face.Kijo Murakami (1865-1938) In the blue heavens, cold geese calling.On the empty hills, leaves flying.Monk Ryokan (1758-1831) In autumn paddiesI make myself a makeshift hut—for a short stay:and how cold are…
