in clear water
there is no back
no front
there is no back
no front
coolness—
strangers on a bridge
deep in night
unveiled
mountain meeting mountain;
first mists
mountain meeting mountain;
first mists
plum-blossom scent—
whither has the snow
woman been blown?
the sound of the waterfall
narrows; in the peaks
cicada voices
cicada voices
first wild geese—
a lengthening line
of long nights
a lengthening line
of long nights
on moor and mountain
nothing moves—
snowy morning
nothing moves—
snowy morning
the moon’s shadow,
too, pauses—cherry
blossom dawn
too, pauses—cherry
blossom dawn
winter drizzle—
in a room yesterday
today ends
in a room yesterday
today ends
whatever we wear;
we look beautiful
viewing the moon
we look beautiful
viewing the moon
--Michael Haldane
Basho and the Haikuists
Basho and the Haikuists
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