View the short video to experience five haiku poems by the father of haiku, Matsuo Basho. As you read the poems, you will notice Basho's use of juxtaposition, or contrast.
What is being juxtaposed, or contrasted, in each poem?
1. Conduct a quick search to find out how to write a haiku.
2. Search for: Haiku by Basho. Read at least ten different haiku poems by Basho. Find one you like. Copy and paste that Haiku by Basho in the Google classroom stream.
3. Compose your own original haiku. Publish it on the wall below.
A feather-shorn crow
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November rain fall
Christian T.
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And no hat --
So?
Christopher T
ReplyDeleteHusking rice,
a child squints up
to view the moon.
Lightening -
ReplyDeleteHeron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Mario D
ReplyDeleteThe clouds come and go,
providing a rest for all
the moon viewers
Ava S
ReplyDeleteSleep on horseback,
The far moon in a continuing dream,
Steam of roasting tea
Denise S.
ReplyDeleteHow wild the sea is,
and over Sado Island,
the River of Heaven
Spencer K.
ReplyDeleteA weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
Jennifer Alvarez
ReplyDeleteWrapping dumplings in
bamboo leaves, with one finger
she tidies her hair
Aaliyah S.
ReplyDeletea strange flower
for birds and butterflies
the autumn sky
Leidy L.
ReplyDeleteThe moon about to appear,
all present tonight
with their hands on their knees.
Kristiana M.
ReplyDeletemoonless night...
a powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars
Fatima D
ReplyDeleteAwakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
Vanessa M
ReplyDeleteFrom among the peach-trees
"Blooming everywhere,"
The first cherry blossoms.
Darian R
ReplyDeleteAll my friends
viewing the moon –
an ugly bunch
Naty L
ReplyDeleteThe wind from Mt. Fuji
I put it on the fan.
Here, the souvenir from Edo.
How very noble! Maximino
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in the lightning-flash
Shake, oh grave!
The autumn wind
Is the voice of my wailing.
Ill on a journey,
all about the dreary fields
fly my broken dreams.
DEATH POEM
Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
DEATH POEM
ReplyDeleteSick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife
Gustavo C.
ReplyDeleteA cuckoo cries,
and through a thicket of bamboo
the late moon shines
Cesar R.
ReplyDeleteThe clouds come and go,
providing a rest for all
the moon viewers
Esperanza V.
ReplyDeleteSick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
Nathanial M.
ReplyDeleteWinter Solitude in a
world of one color
the sound of wind
Marlyn H.
ReplyDeletethis autumn
as reason for growing old
a cloud and a bird
Stephanie D.
ReplyDeletemoonless night...
a powerful wind embraces
the ancient cedars
Milagros V.
ReplyDeletea peasant’s child
husking rice, pauses
to look at the moon
Johnny T
ReplyDeleteborrowing sleep
from the scarecrow's sleeves
midnight frost
Melissa I
ReplyDeletethe moon:
I wandered around the pond
all night long
Crystal D
ReplyDeleteOnly half the way I came
To the ancient capital,
And above my head
Clouds heavy with snow.
Evelyn P.
ReplyDeleteI'm a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain
Jumping over the brook
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not needed.
Jonathan D
ReplyDeleteLightening -
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Brenda c.
ReplyDeleteAutumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
ADAL A.
ReplyDeleteSick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
Oriana A.
ReplyDeleteApril's air stirs in
willow-leaves . . .
a butterfly
Floats and balances
Brenda C.
ReplyDeleteAutumn moonlight--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
Ashley L.
ReplyDeleteLady butterfly
perfumes her wings
by floating
Over the orchid
Christian G
ReplyDeleteNo oil to read by . . .
I am off to bed
but ah! . . .
My moonlit pillow
Miguel L.
ReplyDeleteAn old pond
A frog jumps in -
Splash!
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ReplyDeleteCold first winter rain . . .
Deletepoor monkey,
you too could use
A little woven cape
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DeleteBrenda L.
ReplyDeleteTemple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
Jasmine R.
ReplyDeleteOld dark sleepy pool . . .
quick unexpected
frog
Goes plop! Watersplash!
Stephanie F.
ReplyDeleteWhite cloud of mist
above white
cherry-blossoms . . .
Dawn-shining mountains
Jose T. 1. Clouds come from time to time -
ReplyDeleteand bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Cold first winter rain . . .
ReplyDeletepoor monkey,
you too could use
A little woven cape
Jenny E.
ReplyDeleteThe first day of the year:
thoughts come - and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
Juan R.clouds come from time to time
ReplyDeleteand bring to men a chance to rest form
looking at the moon.
Old dark sleepy pool . . .
ReplyDeletequick unexpected
frog
Goes plop! Watersplash!
Jennifer H.
ReplyDeleteWhite cloud of mist
above white
cherry-blossoms . . .
Dawn-shining mountains
Cesar R.
ReplyDeleteWinter Solitude-
In a world of one color
The of wind.
On a withered branch
ReplyDeleteA crow has alighted:
Nightfall in autumn.
Jasmyn L.
ReplyDeleteCherry blossoms bloom,
softly falling from the tree,
explode into night.
Black cloudbank broken
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night ... Now see
Moon-lighted mountains!
Marcos B.
ReplyDeleteWhite cloud of mist
above white
cherry-blossoms . . .
Dawn-shining mountains
Anamaria A.
ReplyDeleteAn old pond
A frog jumps in -
Splash!
Spring morning marvel
ReplyDeleteLovely nameless little hill
on a sea of mist
Diana S. Ballet in the air ...
ReplyDeletetwin butterflies
until, twice white
They meet, they mate
Hailey p.
ReplyDeleteTwilight whippoorwill . . .
whistle on,
sweet deepener
Of dark loneliness
Anthony.L Seas are wild tonight . . .
ReplyDeletestretching over
Sado Island
Silent clouds of stars
Danny M.
ReplyDeleteLightening -
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Estrella A.
ReplyDeleteLightening -
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkness
Britany A.
ReplyDeleteClouds come from time to time -
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.