NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO 2
NIHILBASHO 2a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov
the beauty
of machaon - isn't it the end
of web?
web
after web: no one
can fly through
squashed is
the snail: and all of a sudden -
the same shape
the pointed shot -
but whirls over and over
the alive butterfly
without tremble falls
the barely blossomed
bud
the first one
to bloom the primrose
to be the first to die
the copulation
of butterflies on thorns
of cactus
the trap
of wings
of butterfly
geometry
of death: the triangle
of mantis' head
the web is torn away:
clings to the void -
the spider hangs
amongst the fragrant
caterpillars... the bee
without odor
the fluffs
of dandelion will die
in cells of honeycomb
revenge is -
mother of the honey
bees
the hit
with brass-knuckles!.. instead
of meditations
in bud
there is no dew -
the perfect silence
to swollen vein
has stuck the snail -
no way it's torn away
all petals
are torn away! no sense
in life of wind
the fall of bumble-bee
in abyss
of the drop
inside -
to sink the bud
in dew!
the precipice
is hid in...
the abyss
the nectar of the mournful
flowers was sucked
by the proboscis of the bee
Haiku by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
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Written on 2007-04-13 at 10:49
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