Monday, September 20, 2010

william carlos w.

let's take a moment and honor the poet extraordinaire of the mundane. 




the red wheelbarrow
our wheelbarrow

so much depends 
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens. 
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  1. UnknownSeptember 21, 2010 at 9:05 AM

    I've always loved that poem too. Here's a nice haiku by Issa:

    Not Yet become a Buddha,
    this ancient pine tree,
    dreaming.

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