Poetry

Four Haiku

by Basho

I.

Ill on a journey;
my dreams wander
over a withered moor.

II.

The sea darkens;
the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.

III.

Now the swinging bridge
is quieted with creepers
like our tendrilled life.

IV.

By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice.

Companion art: “Introverted Circumstances” by Jared C. Balogh