By the old temple

By the old temple,
peach blossoms;
a man treading rice.

by Matsuo Basho

Comments (4)

The Poets sing their 'Soulful Music', So here is Keats who says, ' My song' and not my poem People can read his words But need his immortal soul to adjust the lyric.
The Poets sing their 'Soulful Music', So here is Keats who says 'My song' and not my poem. People can read his words But need his immortal soul to adjust the lyric.
' my song should die away Content as theirs, Rich in the simple worship of a day'........ This is the last prayer of every poet. With our verses we may run after the world and rake the brains but nothing happens in essence. So, we will settle for the idea which Keats has beautifully penned in these verses. Great!
The title captivates me... urge me to read since it seems so interesting to find out the lines on this piece... and I'm not mistaken what's inside is a piece with a classical touch ...very impressive.. and lovely... 10+++ lovelots, Maia