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The Haiku study seems a kind of community, lovely energy being gathered and released by people reaching for beauty and spirit of the now. Thank you. Shining on my porch, tiny stone, flat and silver grey. Tree frog hops away
Warming campfire blaze Crackling flames tell ancient tales Fur-wrapped men in caves.
Smoke and embers Ignite sorrow in every land Notre Dame’s ashes.
I join silent crowd, climb hill’s crest, gaze down, and gasp! Hopi Deer Dancers!
Bright leaf drifts and bobs, on noonday breeze not yet warm. Early yellow butterfly!
Dawn’s gossamer fog Pale, new leaves quiver, turn, shine Silver maple tree!
Naturally How heart-appealing on the mountain pass, Are wild violets hidden in the grass! –Basho
This verse interpretation is from “A Net of Fireflies,” by Harold Stewart, published in 1960. He translated haiku as couplets, thinking this form most aptly catches the lyrical sound and spirit of the original Japanese. This particular verse appeals to me since a day or two ago, I was happily surprised by masses of tiny violets hiding in my lawn. Reading from ...
This verse interpretation is from “A Net of Fireflies,” by Harold Stewart, published in 1960. He translated haiku as couplets, thinking this form most aptly catches the lyrical sound and spirit of the original Japanese. This particular verse appeals to me since a day or two ago, I was happily surprised by masses of tiny violets hiding in my lawn. Reading from “A Net of Fireflies,” brings wonderful memories of the dear friend who gave the book to me nearly 60 years ago.
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