Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit lovely Linda at A Word Edgewise for Roundup.
It's been a rough week in the news. My heart is with all those families in Uvalde, and with all of you. There are no words.
Meanwhile, rain blows over, flowers bloom. Memorial Day weekend marks the start of lake season—hurray! And that's got me thinking about frogs.
And thinking about frogs got me thinking about haiku. Perhaps you've read Basho's oft-translated frog poem... Seriously. So. Many. Translations! You can read many here.
Here's the one I see most often, translated by Robert Haas:The old pond —
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
pond shrinks to puddle
five frogs sing
- Irene Latham