Basho’s Gift by Ed Hack

Basho’s Gift

When asked, he’d write a poem. She gave him silk,
a small white piece. Her name was Butterfly,
and what she wanted was her name in ink,
deep black on white, her small life glorified
by Basho’s brush. It was a small tea house
deep in the woods and Towards the end of day.
He writes about the beauty Time allows–
eternities of now that fly away:
a butterfly on orchid’s leaf, its wings
alit with incense burning sweetly in
the sun. That’s all that Basho writes. Black sings
on white, simplicity a perfect hymn.
And that’s the gift that he gave Butterfly,
alive, again, though long ago both died.

by Ed Hack

Editor’s Note: This sonnet elegantly merges several different forms of art into one 14 line poem—a fitting tribute to Basho’s words and imagery.


3 responses to “Basho’s Gift by Ed Hack”

  1. cmclain13 Avatar

    The rhyme flows so easily in this lovely poem. I really enjoyed it. Perfect for my rainy morning. Thanks!


    Wow! This is one of the most textured and amazing poems I have read in a long time. The fact that it is a sonnet written from a haiku about what someone’s name, someone’s ‘calling’, can really mean and become. So beautifully phrased with the perfect amount of detail and imagery. Thanks for writing and sharing it.

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