Saturday, July 16, 2011

[Coolness-] - Yosa Buson

Coolness -
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.

Even in translation, haiku provide images for contemplation.  Somewhat similar to the Imagist Pound poem I posted a few weeks ago, this poem brings up a single instant in time, unspecific, but somewhat universal.  Thinking in such physical terms about sound is refreshing.  Coolness, one might say.  I don't really have much to say, other than I encourage you to take at least ten minutes to mull this poem over, and examine it in your head.  Ponder it.  Repeat it to yourself.  Coolness.  It's a wonderful thing to contemplate.

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