This moth saw brightness
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp.
in a woman's chamber--
burnt to a crisp.

1763 - 1828/Male/JapaneseA poet and lay Buddhist priest known for his haikus and journals.
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesDon't worry, spiders,I keep house
Napping at middayI hear the song of rice planters
The man pulling radishespointed my way
******* in the snowoutside my door--
Writing **** about new snowfor the rich