Haiku by Matsuo Basho. Artwork by myself.
The 5th haiku from "Nozarashi Kiko" journal. In it, he wrote:
"I was walking along the Fuji River when I saw an abandoned child, barely two, weeping pitifully. Had his parents been unable to endure this floating world which is as wave-tossed as these rapids, and so left him here to wait out a life brief as dew? He seemed like a bush clover in autumn's wind that might scatter in the evening or wither in the morning. I tossed him some food from my sleeve and said in passing,,,,"
(translation copyrighted by State University of New York, Albany)
I am off to Tokyo again this afternoon. Will be back in a few days and post more haiga on Basho's journey so stay turned.