Getting a good translation from Matsuo Basho it’s hard, because some meaningful and powerful images got lost into translation. At least is what I have heard. However I can feel the beauty in those short poems.

I would like to share mi favorite Haiku from him and another made by me. 🙂

Matsuo Basho:

Grasses in summer.

The warriors’ dreams

All that left.

Written by me:

Bitter smell.

In my grandfathered’s hands

a death lily.


The dawn

brings the grinding smell

from the brown backyard