Monday, September 20, 2010
Where come from, Where go to...
The slow curve modestly extended to here in the grass.
Possibly I maight not have noticed it.
The green was lighted up with daybreak sunlight.
The track disappeared again between the mountains over there.
I might have left from here long ago.
And I may come back to here sometime.
Here is Ōchi-chō, Saga Prefecture.
旅に病んで 夢は枯野を かけ廻る
松尾 芭蕉 (1644 - 1694)
Getting sick during trip Dream blowing through Wintry field
Matsuo Bashō (1644 - 1694)
This is his farewell poem haiku.