Just went for run down here in the steamy early evening Carolina air.. it was like growing up in houston.. air so think you have to swim through it.. Great sound of cicadas everywhere. Reminded me of high school when we had to study Haiku.. i thin k it Ms. Kelly’s 12th grade English class.. I remember reading a Haiku by the Master Basho.. I looked it iup.. and seems it has a bunch of different translations
shizukasa ya iwa ni shimiiru semi no koe
stillness–
sinking into the rocks,
cicadas’ cry –Barnhill, Bashō’s Haiku, 94, #392
the stillness—
seeping into the rocks
cicadas’ screech
–Ueda, Bashō and His Interpreters, 249
Quietness–
Sinking into the rocks,
A cicada’s cry.
–Ueda, Matsuo Bashō, 52
stillness—
sinking deep into the rocks
cries of the cicada
–Shirane, Traces of Dreams, 228, 273
Lonely stillness—
a single cicada’s cry
sinking into stone
–Hamill, The Essential Bashō, 22, 143
Ah, such stillness:
that the very rocks are pierced
by cicadas’ drone!
–Carter, Traditional Japanese Poetry, 356
Ah, tranquility! Penetrating the very rock,
stillness!
rocks into pierce cicada ‘s cry
a cicada’s voice.
–Helen Craig McCullough, Classical Japanese Prose, 539
How still it is here— Stinging into the stones, The locusts’ trill. –Keene, Narrow Road 99
Quietness: seeping into the rocks, the cicada’s voice –Sato, Narrow Road, 95
thats a lot of interpretation for a stupid bug…
but hey.. it sounds cool !
nite all, note sam
-me