The snow we saw together – has it fallen again this year? Adapted from Haiku of Basho.
Fleas, lice and a horse pissing next to my pillow! via Basho
Market people! I will sell you this hat with its snow-umbrella Via Basho
If only. My smattering of Japanese is barely adequate for ordering a meal and getting back to the hotel afterwards, let alone reading one of the most subtle and enigmatic poets of all time. Factor in the spiritual, cultural and historical differences between myself and an itinerant 17th century Japanese poet, and I’ve got about […]