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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Of Plums and Snake-Eaters


Mt. Shasta
Photo by Katy Brown, Davis



Mountain path —
sun rising
through plum scent.

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Violets —
how precious on
a mountain path.

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Do not forget the plum,
blooming
in the thicket.

•••

Spring air —
woven moon
and plum scent.

•••

Behind the virgins'
quarters,
one blossoming plum.

•••

How terrible
the pheasant's call —
snake-eater.

•••

Poet grieving over shivering
monkeys, what of this child
cast out in autumn wind?

(Today's poetry was from On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho, translated by Lucien Stryk)

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—Medusa


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