you become a servant
of chrysanthemums
The East Mountain
tries to hold onto the night
but the daybreak can't wait
A kite is flying
just where it flew
in yesterday's sky
For some months now, in fact, I think it's been two years, I've had this book on my night stand. And, when the mood strikes me, I'd pick it up, read between three and twenty haiku, and then go to bed. This would normally occur if I were not ready for bed, had nothing else I felt like reading (e.g., my only option is an oppressively long chapter in a novel I only kind of like), and had already exhausted all the pleasures I could derive from the internet-machine.
Yosa Buson's grave. |
Nonetheless, I have a soft spot for haiku. I like writing haiku; I like boiling something down into seventeen syllables. And I like reading haiku. Unsurprisingly, I enjoyed reading Buson's haiku.
The collection featured many poems about nature. It is divided into topics, which is helpful if I some day find myself needing a haiku or two about new years (as I did for a new year's party we had at the beginning of the year).
I would recommend this book for precisely how I read it. A book to have on hand, when the mood strikes, to read a couple of poems and put down again. If you're unfamiliar with haiku, you might start with Basho, who is rightfully considered the foremost master. Buson is a nice follow-up, though, so worth the read.
Now what will I do
When the haiku mood strikes me
Without Buson there?
3 comments:
Supercool. If you're interesting in getting into poetry via haiku, you could check out Pound, who always claimed to be inspired by them. But personally, I think you might do better with Stephen Crane:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180805
Wow, I think you're right. That's a great poem. Thanks for the recommendation.
Little Marshall sleeps
Little Brucie snores, Randy
ran out of haiku
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