18 August 2005

A(nother) poem by Basho

Summer moon—
hands clapping,
I greet dawn.


I love the simplicity of haiku (in English it's not a syllabically correct haiku, but likely it was in its original language). So few words, such beautiful ideas. This one captures the feeling of watching the sky lighten in the morning, stars gradually giving way to blue sky. And there's a sense of respect for the sun as well.

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