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Matsuo Basho

(1644 - 1694 / Iga Province / Japan)

A snowy morning


A snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon.


Translated by Robert Hass

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Ray Schreiber (2/18/2012 8:58:00 PM)

    A simple, yet complex haiku in that so much back story is apparent. Alone in the cold morning of another day... enduring, and aware of the small pleasure that is his fortune to have. Embracing the positive in the midst of less than ideal circumstances. Open and inviting enhancement as all good haiku should. (Report) Reply

  • Cecilia De Castro-ackermann (3/25/2009 6:34:00 AM)

    Even though is written by a japanese poet and it is a Haiku, it reminds me of the cold mornings of Korea, the water in the kettle mixed with corn to purify it. Simplicity. (Report) Reply

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