Beneath the Quabbin Reservoir, four towns
no longer meet each spring to regulate
their rainbow trout, or tax that flow which drowns
the valley in its undercurrent state
of long-forgotten history. Let’s drink
their health from rusty taps we’ve filtered first,
before we finish the dishes in the sink.
There’s something in that blood to quench our thirst.
~Gregory Perry 2004
PLOP!
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Though the verse is out of season, a reader asked me how to explain Bashō’s
“Old Pond” hokku to others. First, I suggested telling them to go find an
old p...
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