#233 A morning glory—
| Size： | Postcard; about 15×10 cm |
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| Dressing： | framed |
What kind of verse?
| verse: | Asagao ya, ichi-rhin fuka ki, fuchi no iro |
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| (imho): | A morning glory— one bloom reflects the depth of a still, dark pool |
| poet: | Yosa, Buson |
| in: | about 1773 |
His eyes
When we think of morning glories, we picture delicate and fleeting flowers that bloom in the early hours of summer and wither by noon.
But Buson saw something more—
in a single morning glory, he perceived “the color of a deep pool.”
His gaze captured a quiet depth, a kind of weight that lies beyond the surface of the tiny bloom.
It’s a perspective that goes far beyond notions of cuteness or coolness—
it touches something profound in the human spirit.
This haiku, paired with the graceful image of a morning glory, invites you to see the flower as expanding gently outward—
into the quiet depths of the season.
