Basho poetry

davidsmith208
Mar 27, 2018
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A poem by Basho reminded me of my Uncle Bob Gray: Against the four wooden floor I threw a silver-glazed cup breaking it to pieces. Look, now, the slender curve of your sword, half-drawn. Basho I wrote the following poem to commemorate the occasion: It happened when I was about eight. My Aunt Roberta said these cups will not break. But my Uncle Bob said they would not last and he throw one across the room. When I saw it smash on the floor, that was when I became an iconoclast. DS Poem March 26, 2018 Book Two

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