Thirty-two, if you count this one by me:
An old pond, idle;
frog leaps into the water —
to the sound of “plop”
Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku is one of my favorite poems, if not my favorite.
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto
Thirty-two, if you count this one by me:
An old pond, idle;
frog leaps into the water —
to the sound of “plop”
Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku is one of my favorite poems, if not my favorite.
Furu ike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto