the music you can still hear when the musicians leave the room...
the sound of water. the cry of cicadas. a cuckoo cries. heard, not seen, the camellia poured rainwater. the cuckoo sings . the tides slosh. a cricket singing . the mosquito hums . the warbler sings the wild duck's plaintive cry grows faintly white . icy sound of monks' getas echo long and cold . the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice . temple bell. skylarks to sing. singing, planting rice, village songs more lovely. lonely silence. a single cicada's cry. a woodpecker tapping at a post. no sound at all. a cricket sings. your song caresses, o high mountain bird.
every sound from 73 haikus by matsuo basho.
image: detail from an 1880's albumen print of a japanese tea house with musical instruments.
Labels: albumen print, basho, cicadas, japanese instruments, sound in haiku, sound sound of the water jar cracking from the ice, tea cups, temple bell
3 Comments:
Great evocative image and the perfect poetry to go along with it. Thanks for the morning meditation.
Inspiring!
Thank for this. the immediate impression of a Zen poem is like the most magnificent simple or elaborate drawing, that capture the moment the essence, i often feel this when i come to visit your blog
thanks, glad you like this. i was looking at haikus with sound in them for a museum workshop related to sound and drawing, and i was surprised how many of basho's do have sounds in them. they do make a perfect soundscape for the photo!
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