
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.
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The dawn
brings the grinding smell
from the brown backyard