Of course, I read the first poem, "Lament," by Rainer Maria Rilke, aware of the connection to yesterday's lamentations and my tendency toward Covid reading, alas:
Oh how everything seems far away
and long past.
Yes, it does, but poetry makes it eternal. Rilke is paired with pictures of Rodin sculptures from the Rodin Museum in Paris. Rilke worked as Rodin's personal secretary!
(Another random coincidence here is "Archaic Torso of Apollo," the Rilke poem that ends, "You must change your life," as quoted in my Blogger profile.) And I have discovered, thanks to this book, that "I love the obscure hours of my existence / in which my intellect is absorbed in deep thought."
Here's a Basho haiku that made me laugh:
I forgot my hat
And now the cold rain's falling.
And here's one that made me mourn:
Leaning on her cane,
My white-haired sister still weeps
Beside her son's grave.
Here is the childlike joy of Isso:
Snail, you're my hero.
You will give all of your life
to climb Mount Fuji.
And here's wisdom in simplicity from Ryokan:
Falling cherry blossoms.
The remaining cherry blossoms also become
falling cherry blossoms.
And here's a short poem from Antonio Machado's Proverbs and Songs, that "gives the lie," as they say, to fake news:
Your truth? No, the Truth---
Come with me to look for it.
Your truth's not even worth keeping.
And that makes it a Thor's Day (if I had a hammer...) as well as a Poetry Someday and, as it is so often, a Random Coinciday in the blog.