a man for all seasons: 1911

The mouse outcreeps
The flag out-peeps
Beside the brook.

The marmot sleeps
The owlet keeps
In his snug nook.

The ravens caw
The squirrels gnaw
The frozen fruit;

We track the feet
Of mice that eat
The apples root.

The alders stoop
The pheasants group
Beneath the snow.

Cast o'er the scene
A summer sheen
A genial glow.

The otter crawls
The partridge calls
Far in the wood

The tree-ice gleams
The blue jay screams
In angry mood.
Henry David Thoreau

.我宿や鼠と仲のよい蛍
waga yado ya nezumi to naka no yoi hotaru
my dwelling--
mingling with the mice
pretty fireflies
issa


I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.
I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!
Edna St. Vincent Millay

(only one living bird!)
haiku by issa, translation by David G. Lanoue from here
Labels: calendar, CXS, David G. Lanoue, Edna St. Vincent Millay, haiku, henry david thoreau, issa, poetry, theo van hoytema, TVH
2 Comments:
the sound of frogs...I live near the C&O Canal tow-path. I should go there more...but I've gone enough to discover this one small spot- a pond off the trail (just) & above the river. Rocks form a semi-circle around the back of it, a big triangular stone in the center...an amphibian amphitheater- when the frogs sing, it's amplified & bounces off the stones...the effect is amazing. I love standing there, while bicyclists zoom by, oblivious to the concert being performed there in the woods.
ohhhh that sounds wondrous, evan. i wish i could visit. and i'm so glad you found it.
one year someone brought tadpoles to my pond and the evening choruses of the tree frogs mesmerized me. i even recorded it once or twice.
sadly, they only lasted a season or two....
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