Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Haiku

On a journey, ill,
and over fields all withered, dreams
go wandering still.

Basho (1644-1694).

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's the most interested poem. I like it!

T. T. Douglas said...

I thought you might. Nice day.

T. T. Douglas said...

Also, about this poem. The revered Basho, a Zen practioner, was deeply philosophical. Asked on his deathbed for a poem summarizing his philosophy he refused, but during the night he dreamed and when he woke he said that a poem had come to him It was this one. It's no wonder you liked it so much.

Fiammetta said...

This haiku is Basho’s poem of farewell. He died, but his long journey isn’t end, his spirit still continues his journey in universe to continue his life and his destiny – a traveller.

T. T. Douglas said...

I agree. In essence, his poetry makes him immortal.