Sep 30, 2025
The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms. ― Matsuo Basho
what of the oak it has eyes- only for an oak ― Malabu
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms. ― Matsuo Basho
what of the oak it has eyes- only for an oak ― Malabu
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The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms. Matsuo Basho
what of the oak it has eyes- only for an oak Malabu
stormy sea— stretching out over Sado, Heaven’s River
Matsu Basho
Haiku projects from this past semester at school.
The first piece was a one hour class exercise using only typography.
The bottom two haikus were selected from a packet of Matsu Basho's we were given and these are a couple of my favorites from the final collection.
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葱白く洗ひたてたら寒哉
negishiroku araitatetara samusa kana
The leeks
Newly washed white,--
How cold it is!
- Basho
*Even in summer, the leeks would look cool, but in winter, after having been washed, they look like snowy icicles: This verse is not objective, as if written:
Washed,
How chill
The white leeks!
It is not subjective, as if written:
The white leeks
Washed,
How cold I am!
Basho feels himself to be a white leek, newly washed, and stood there next to the others. But he does not say anything so absurd as this, nor does he think it.
*Excerpt from Reginald Horace Blyth's "Haiku, Volume 4: Autumn-Winter"
Fleeting dreams An octopus making its home in a trap A summer moon
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)