Welcome back to Poetry Friday – haiku version.
I love haiku, the simpleness of them, the way you’re drawn into the sensory details by these tiny perfect pieces of writing.
The most famous writer of haiku is Basho (1644-1694). Of course, the problem is that he wrote haiku in Japanese and they don’t always translate the way we (and maybe even he) would like them to – and there are amazingly different translations of the same poem by different translators – but I’ve picked two of my personal favorites to start us off:
a cuckoo cries
and through a thicket of bamboo
the late moon shines
Basho’s Death Poem
Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
I (Kate) have put one of my haiku in the comments, and we invite you to do the same.
Kate and Lisa