Haiku My Heart: Another Basho

Satsuki hototogisu (Cuckoo - May) by Koryusai Isoda (1762 - 1788)
from Library of Congress Japanese Print collection
LC-DIG-jpd-02731 (digital file from original print) 



Even in Kyoto,
how I long for Kyoto
when the cuckoo sings.

 - Bashö

Comments

Ramesh Sood said…
Thank You!!!

This is a lovely Haiku..

RS..
May 6, 2011 at 10:57 AM
Spadoman said…
I wish I had a better understanding of poetry. I take this as the desire to be in Kyoto at a certain time of year. But it could have another meaning. I'm not sure. The words and image are beautiful regardless and I believe I don't have to fully understand to appreciate it.
Thanks for the post.
May 6, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Anonymous said…
lovely...
happy Mothers day to you Meri!
x..x
May 6, 2011 at 1:43 PM
Expat From Hell said…
What a great haiku post! Makes me think of what Kyoto really meant to Basho. And how places like that are in our hearts and minds continually, even when we are actually there. Now I am thinking of how many Kyotos are in my heart and soul....thanks for that. EFH
May 6, 2011 at 2:01 PM
Noelle Clearwater said…
Even when we are in the place that we love, we always long in our hearts to see it in a different way ~ the way we perceived it in memory. Perhaps Basho had just such a memory of Spring in Kyoto. It is a lovely haiku and post Meri.
xo,
Noelle
May 6, 2011 at 4:45 PM
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
When Basho
writes his little songs,
I listen.
May 6, 2011 at 5:38 PM
Margaret Pangert said…
Another good capture, Meri! We can have a sense of unfulfilled longing in the midst of common surroundings when we're triggered. Love ☺
May 6, 2011 at 6:36 PM
rebecca said…
to love beyond measure and have room for more adoration,
pulls at the contours of my heart.

thank you for this meri,
this call out for love to spill over all our edges!
May 6, 2011 at 8:40 PM
Anonymous said…
i think the beauty of poetry is that it is open to interpretation.
May 6, 2011 at 9:17 PM
gma said…
I am not sure if I've ever heard a cuckoo sing other than on a clock.
I'd love to hear one sing especially in Kyoto.Wouldn't that be something?
Happy Mother's Day dearest Meri.
May 7, 2011 at 8:48 PM
Rosie Gan said…
Wow, even a haiku-novice like me can tell that this is what haiku is all about...leaving the reader feeling a tingle at the feelings evoked, a longing that is quite subtle yet tangible.
Rosie
May 7, 2011 at 8:49 PM
rebecca said…
dear one,

may your day spill over with love, to the moon and back.

we are all in the garden,
where a vision awaits you...
May 8, 2011 at 10:53 AM
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