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 cryBasho, “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!
a Ramapo sunset
for dVerse Poets Quadrille #91 – Keep (pubtended by Kim Russell)
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