Haiku: A 300-year disagreement
Summer grass --
The last remains of
the warriors' dreams.
-Matsuo Basho, some time in the late 1600s
Homage to dead grass--
No warrior's dream
grows with such peace.
-Mom of no rank
ETA: I once heard my favorite teacher say that he's never happy until he's been excessive. It's probably why I like him so much. So here's version 2:
Homage to dead grass --
No warrior's dream
dies with such accord.
Note: That's my own translation of Basho up there. It's probably wrong.
And this is my own photo of some purple fountain grass outside my front door. It's probably dead.
The last remains of
the warriors' dreams.
-Matsuo Basho, some time in the late 1600s
Homage to dead grass--
No warrior's dream
grows with such peace.
-Mom of no rank
ETA: I once heard my favorite teacher say that he's never happy until he's been excessive. It's probably why I like him so much. So here's version 2:
Homage to dead grass --
No warrior's dream
dies with such accord.
Note: That's my own translation of Basho up there. It's probably wrong.
And this is my own photo of some purple fountain grass outside my front door. It's probably dead.
I love this.
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DeleteThank you. I hope you don't mind me sharing it. Dead grass. Ha.
ReplyDeleteOf course not. I'm about to re-write it, though, hahaha.
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