Basho
Basho
As a child I read a story about Basho. He walked through the fields with his pupils, followers. A young poet saw a red dragonfly and he created a haiku on the topic:
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A red dragonfly
Remove its wings. Change has come
See a red pepper
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Basho was sad and shook his head. “No” He told his pupil. “By tearing off the wings, the dragonfly would die. Please don’t. A haiku should live. You just might write or say:
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A red pepper fruit
Add its wings and change has come
See the dragonfly"
Copyright © Yoram Diamand | Year Posted 2026
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