[Autumn crows] i.
By Kimiko Hahn
After Bashō
My favorite months reside in autumn
when the sunset is riddled with crows—
and my wishes swerve to fly
into the purples and pinks to
spot then devour
the heart of that ex-lover, hardly human.
Notes:
This poem is a golden shovel using words from a poem by Bashō (1644–1694, Japan) translated by Hiroaki Sato and used with his permission.
Source: Poetry (October 2025)