Haiku & Assorted


Am I a man who dreamed of being a butterfly,

or am I a butterfly dreaming myself to be a man?





The world

Is after all as the butterfly,

However it may be.





Sometimes as I drift idly on Walden Pond I cease to live and begin to be.





The skylark

Hides itself

In the expanse of blue sky.





Thin frog

Don’t be beat,

Issa is here!




O, butterfly,

What are you dreaming there,

Fanning your wings?




I will ask,

Considering the haikai of China,

This fluttering butterfly.


— Basho





This entry was posted in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s