basho new year's triptych 2019

Spring going --

birds weeping, tears

in the eyes of fish

What fish feel,

birds feel, I don't know --

the year ending.

What good luck!

Bitten by

this year's mosquitoes too.

from john hollander's "ghazal on ghazals"

You gathered all manner of flowers all day,
But your hands were most fragrant of thyme, at the end.

Os soldados violadores

azmari x rastafari

adaneh teka singing bob marley