Today, as I take a day-long haiku class on campus, I offer some of my favorite Basho haiku.
A cicada shell;
It sang itself
Utterly away.
The sea darkens—
a wild duck’s call
faintly white
spring rain—
down along a wasps’ nest, water
leaking through the roof
at autumn’s end
still with hope for the future
green tangerines
deep-rooted leeks
washed spotlessly white—
how cold!
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Grasses, York
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