Echo In Amber


A drop of water
Disturbs the placid surface
Echoes Basho’s frog

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 20, 2012, in Haiku, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. This is one you feel as well as see.. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. I enjoyed reading the several translations of Old Pond as much as I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for introducing Basho to me.

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  3. I’ve heard of Basho but not his frog! Will see if some of his poetry is in one of my anthologies and re-familiarize myself with him. Thanks, Ben!

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