Is none but I
This autumn eve. ~ Basho*

cited: Jonathan Clements, The Moon in the Pines
Is none but I
This autumn eve. ~ Basho*

cited: Jonathan Clements, The Moon in the Pines
i like to wash,
the dust of this world
in the droplet of dew ~Basho
droplets forming
on the morning-glories
sitting still ~ Issa
Issa and Basho’s words traveling though time, sharing a moment of their lives…two of my favorite poets I share with you through Ann-Christine’s lens-artists challenge. Enjoy.
Now I see her face,
the old woman, abandoned,
the moon her only companion ~Basho*

*cited: Trans. Sam Hamill, The Sound of Water
my temporary shelter—
a pasania tree is here, too
in this summer grove ~Basho*

*cited: An anthology. Jackie Hardy, Haiku Poetry Ancient & Modern
Even in Kyoto—
hearing the cuckoo’s cry—
I long for Kyoto.

With the air of a century past
The fallen leaves on the garden ~Basho

autumn resting … Cee’s flower of the day
while they were away
leaves pile up
in the gardens of the gods ~Basho

Fujifilm X-TR. F/4. 1/680 s. 16.5 mm. 160 ISO

You can learn about the pine only from the pine, or about the bamboo only from bamboo. When you see an object, you must leave your subjective pre-occupation with yourself; otherwise you impose yourself on the object, and do not learn. The object and yourself must become one, and from that feeling of oneness issues your poetry. However well phrased it may be, if your feeling is not natural—if the object and our self are separate—then your poetry is not true poetry but merely your subjective counterfeit. ~ Basho
The peaks of clouds
Have crumbled into fragments–
The moonlit mountain.
~Basho (Trans: D. Keene, The Narrow Road to Oku)

Cameron Pass… Nikon D750 f/7.1 1/800 80 mm 125 ISO
Will you turn toward me?
I am lonely too,
this autumn evening.
~Basho (F. Bowers, The Classic Traditions of Haiku)

I felt compelled to update this earlier post to invite you to visit LdG luciledegodoy who earlier noted my image inspired her to post a photograph she created a few days ago. I invite you to hop on over to visit her post and while there listen to Eva Cassidy’s wondrous voice and the story of her life.
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