A November with Basho, Day 4

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Set out to see the Murder Stone, Sessho-seki, on a borrowed horse, and the man leading it asked for a poem. “Something beautiful, please.”

The horse turns his head–

from across the wide plain,

a cuckoo’s cry

Basho, “Narrow Road to the Interior,” Translated by Sam Hamil, The Essential Basho, pg. 8-9

Another Momento Mori

What are these memories we keep, that we’d rather cast away? What use are all these recollections of bleary-eyed grins, middle-of-the-night screams, and adolescent chokeholds?

Better a sunrise over Appalachian peaks then these spider webs of history!

Memorial stone

a Ramapo sunset

isn’t enough

for dVerse Poets Quadrille #91 – Keep (pubtended by Kim Russell)

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17 replies »

  1. I know what you mean, Frank. Sometimes I can’t see the wood for the memory trees, and then, other times, the fine details of moments I have tried hard to forget come back to haunt me.

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