[haiku]
not many places where you can hide behind clover — river bank
Tag: haiku
Up Late
From Kurt over at The Coffee Sutras, an excellent haiku: Reading Basho late, a lone bird still sings outside– my bed is empty
[haiku]
(morning) red-bellied woodpecker and I greet each other in passing
Basho on Poetry
Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter. One need not be a haikai poet, but if someone doesn’t live inside ordinary life and understand ordinary feelings, he’s not likely to be a poet. [These come from Learn from the Pine, by Basho, included in Robert Hass’s Essential Haiku. I think I’ll … Continue reading Basho on Poetry
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