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| Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) |
Not so long ago I have read all Basho's haiku (As Jane Reichold did collect them). Amazing. He wrote 1000 haiku in his whole lifetime. One of my favorites is:
deep autumn -
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder
This one inspired me and helped me crafting a new one in the same sense:
in the mist
silent shadows passing by
is it my neighbor?
I wrote this haiku just a several minutes ago. Looking through the window and seeing the fog, that's so common for the autumn weather of november in The Netherlands. The world looks smaller and quieter. The air feels colder and wet, but also the scent of the rotting leaves is becoming stronger. I love that smell.
Sincerely,