HAIKU
“When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there’s nothing to write about
but radishes.”
—
Matsuo Basho (via
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1 week ago
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1 week ago
“A piece of green pepper
fell
off the wooden salad bowl:
so what?”
—
Richard Brautigan
1 week ago
“The white chrysanthemum
Is disguised by the first frost.
If I wanted to pick one
I could find it only by chance.”
—
Oshikochi No Mitsune
1 week ago
“I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.”
—
Shuson Kato
1 week ago
2 notes
“Don’t imitate me;
it’s as boring
as the two halves of a melon.”
—
Matsuo Basho
2 weeks ago
“Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens—
I’m getting old.”
—
Basho
2 weeks ago
“Another presence
in the empty room -
ah! the rain”
—
Kenneth White
2 weeks ago
2 notes
“Cry not, insects
For even stars in love
Must endure separation”
—
Issa
4 weeks ago
3 notes
“What’s that? What’s that?
the moon
reflected in my soup.”
—
Kenneth White
2 months ago
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