Four Haiku Poem by Matsuo Basho
Four Haiku
Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.
Translated by Geoffrey Bownas And Anthony Thwaite
The haiku in Japanese is brilliant, not the translated version, so very sad.
A wonderful haiku brilliantly woven. Great imagery.
My Love Lies Buried... / Beneath The Crying Clouds Which/ Linger Overhead.
(Four Haiku by Matsuo Basho.) **A glimpse of nature. Enjoyed these beautiful and entertaining haikus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/19/2024 2:52:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
top-of-the-line haiku.