Showing posts with label Matsuo Bashō. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matsuo Bashō. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

17 On

Pale sky, golden moon, purple horizon, blue waves and a road at dusk

17 on = a haiku.

I cheated with the photo, however there is no greater expression than what we see when we cease to not see.

This is a real haiku.

Basho's OLD POND

17th Century

at the age old pond a frog leaps into water a deep resonance

This haiku is a venerated Japanese classic according to my backup memory WIKIPEDIA.

I'm partial to his 1685 offering

another year is gone a traveler's shade on my head, straw sandals at my feet

The Beauty of Pure Math.