Haiku by Matsuo Basho. Artwork by myself
The 13th haiku from "Nozarashi Kiko"
Basho wrote:"I returned home at the beginning of Ninth Month. The Forgetting Grass
by my mother’s room had withered with frost, and no trace of it remained.
Everything from the past had changed. The temples of my brothers and sisters
were white, wrinkles around their eyes. “We’re still alive!”—it was all we
could say. My older brother opened a relic case and said, “Pay your respects
to Mother’s white hair. Like Urashima with his jewelled box, your eyebrows
have aged.” Then, for a time, we all wept."
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