A weblog about Matsuo Basho, a haiku master, and his haiku. On this weblog you can read several items about Basho's haiku and in every item I (Chèvrefeuille, a haiku poet) will write an own haiku inspired on the one by Basho.
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Basho Revisited, rather than oysters
Basho's next haiku he wrote in the Spring of 1687 when he was 43 years of age. For his time he wasn't a young man anymore, not old, but the common age of dying was around 50. He didn't need to use oysters to become aroused so he wrote:
kaki yori wa nori wo ba oi no uri mo se de
rather than oysters
it's dried seaweed one should sell
when one is old
Basho has no need for oysters because he is of age, but to stay healthy he ate dried seaweed. On the other side this haiku was written in Spring and that's the season in which nature is again coming to life, so this haiku could be a nice verse to write about Spring. The oysters are Spring item and the dried seaweed could refer to Winter. The truth is in the middle. I prefer the meaning of the aphrodisiac.
under the blooming Cherry trees
I may not say that this haiku is a good one, because I can't say that of myself, but ... it's in the same tone and sense as Basho's haiku is.
In this haiku ... I surely have touched the Spirit of Basho.
Posted by Chèvrefeuille at 1/05/2012 05:54:00 AM
Labels: Basho, cherry blossom, haiku, spring
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