NOTHING OF MATSUO BASHO 3
by azsacra
Posted: Saturday, May 5, 2007 Word Count: 195 |
NIHILBASHO 3
a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov
the ice
inside the flower:
the snow of sap!
the trace of bird
in air - is seen before
the bird shows up
everything will be the hive
for dead
bees!
all of a sudden
got detached the tail
of lizard
the rest of
the speck of dust on the scale
of moth
the buzzing
of the bee has stunned
the stalk
the music of the flower
never starts until
it Vanishes
never betrays
only What
kills
oh only Death
is more important than the blossoming
of flower
inside itself...
has blossomed out
the bud
with thorns
has blossomed out
the rose
oh feel orgasm,
the ant
princess!
the death
from immortality
of females!
the chain of Infinity
is in suicide of
links
to walk into the stream
of resurrected
rats
the fire
tempts in vain:
the butterfly is timid
the inside
of the flower has -
the tracery of snake
the leaves inherit
the rustle
of the snake
to reign as a bee
in madness
of nectar!
the flight of butterfly
is in solidity
of stone
the torn wings
resurrect
the butterfly
a freehaiku
by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by Aidar Ismagilov
the ice
inside the flower:
the snow of sap!
the trace of bird
in air - is seen before
the bird shows up
everything will be the hive
for dead
bees!
all of a sudden
got detached the tail
of lizard
the rest of
the speck of dust on the scale
of moth
the buzzing
of the bee has stunned
the stalk
the music of the flower
never starts until
it Vanishes
never betrays
only What
kills
oh only Death
is more important than the blossoming
of flower
inside itself...
has blossomed out
the bud
with thorns
has blossomed out
the rose
oh feel orgasm,
the ant
princess!
the death
from immortality
of females!
the chain of Infinity
is in suicide of
links
to walk into the stream
of resurrected
rats
the fire
tempts in vain:
the butterfly is timid
the inside
of the flower has -
the tracery of snake
the leaves inherit
the rustle
of the snake
to reign as a bee
in madness
of nectar!
the flight of butterfly
is in solidity
of stone
the torn wings
resurrect
the butterfly