Bashō
by David Young [2013] Each poem is a tiny door, or better still, a window. Light as a snowflake, slippery as a whale, poised as a candle, silent as an orchid. We’ve walked a long way together. Somewhere ahead of us a horse whinnies, a crow calls, a beetle’s becoming a firefly. The horse and the crow are a poem. The firefly lights our way. From Plume #22, April 2013. See the poet’s 1986 poem by the same name. See also the author’s website. |