Matsuo Basho
BASHO
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still goes kerplunk.
He's still much with us.
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still goes kerplunk.
Can you hear him yet?
Three hundred years passed—
Basho's frog still jumps—
kerplunk.
Can't you hear him now?
Basho could hear it.
A frog, strangely eternal,
an old pond—kerplunk
Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2014
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