I submit this is haiku. Hemingway haiku no less. With-in…the very nature of haiku. Hemingway considered this a story. His best work. The image is the message. What more?
There is little record of Hemingway’s indebtedness to an Eastern way with words. Though the precision of his prose (sharpened by journalism) brings a knowing smile to Basho’s face.
The small poem within…
It is absolutely beautiful. Reminds me of a man walking through an empty European square at dusk in Farewell to Arms. Came so far for beauty…. Thank you.