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to be an "epic" or a "sonnet"...
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Would a haiku by another name still have seventeen syllables?
I am a syllable-counter. For me, the exercise of summarizing my thoughts into blocks of exactly seventeen syllables is good discipline. It's not about pretty words all the time, it's about being concise with details.
So for tonight, since my brain is all tangled while I wait an extra day to hear ANYTHING from the bank (because tomorrow is a holiday!), here are some translations of my favorite haiku. The poem was written by Basho, the great 17th century wandering poet. His original, 17-syllable poem is this:
Michi nobe no mukuge wa uma ni kuware keri
Unfortunately, I don't speak Japanese, so I depend on translators to assist me However, translating poetry, especially haiku, appears to be one of the most difficult of human endeavors, akin to rocket surgery and cat herding.
Therefore, I'm including several different translations of th poem.
Along the roadside blossoming wild roses in my horse's mouth
The farmer's roadside hedge provided lunch for my tired horse
Roses grow in a hedge beside the road my horse eats them.
Mallow flower by the side of the road devoured by my horse
Each of these translations delights me, mostly, I think, because Basho's life was a lot like mine: full of poetic and contemplative landscapes which are frequently trompled by my hungry horse.
I'm a little braver than I was last year, when I carefully averted my eyes from most parts of the harvest process. I still opted not to kill or gut, but at least I could watch and learn without getting squicked out at all. For me, the change is enormous.
We're all getting better at this process.
The equipment has been tweaked, with table heights adjusted and more trading around of tasks to avoid fatigue. Two people brought knife sharpeners. Instead of packing the birds in trash bags, we used food-grade shrink wrap. Little changes make a big difference at the end of the day.
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