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haiku and visits

On Sunday morning we decided to open Haiku Moment: An Anthology of Contemporary North American Haiku (ed. Bruce Ross) at random and read out an interesting one from the two-page spread we happened to open to. Wakanomori pointed out that in doing so, we're making our own mini-anthology. Unfortunately I didn't mark them as we read them! So... I can only remember a few

Abandoned mill:
Still the smell of pine
This summer evening
(Lenard D. Moore)

River fog
The legs of cranes
In field stubble
(Viola Provenzano)

So silent
You can almost hear
The sun
(Steve Sanfield)

Spring wind
Sweeping the clouds
From puddle to puddle
(Matthew Louvière)

Everything's strange
In this boardinghouse
Only the mooon is real
(Sister Mary Thomas Eulberg)

Later in the day, an elf (Tolkien style, not the tiny sort) visited--she is married to a man who is a troubadour and juggler whose mind jumps from thought to thought. She herself has a quiet thoughtfulness about her that comes from being a semi-immortal creature married to a mortal one. Also in that company there was a forest maiden who is as accomplished in woodcraft as any member of Robin Hood's band, and an elf of the tiny sort, with fluffy white-gold hair. We had bread and cheese and apples and crackers and cheese puffs for lunch, then went on a long walk.

The healing angel and the forest maiden leapt from boulder to boulder, merged with pine trees, and scouted on ahead; Little Springtime adopted the tiny elf--or maybe it was the other way around; the mysterious ninja kept her own counsel but joined in the walk; the tall one came by later by bicycle; he and Wakanomori traded for the return journey.

I mean also to tell dream_wind that I tried that nori chicken, and it was delicious! Thank you!


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Mar. 6th, 2006 04:27 pm (UTC)
So silent
You can almost hear
The sun

That's gorgeous. Perfection, really. Thanks for sharing!

I know how you feel about your poetry reading. Some of the best times I've ever had were spend with my friend Mark, 4am in a downtown coney island, reading from our notebooks to each other.

Moments of poetic simplicity...priceless. ;-)
Mar. 6th, 2006 06:37 pm (UTC)
same favorite!
That was the haiku that I liked best of that group, too!

It reminds me of a line in a song by a 60s folk group called The Incredible String Band. The complete lyrics are here, but the line I'm thinking of goes, "You see I think that only the sun knows how to be quietly bright."
Mar. 6th, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC)
4 am is a marvelous time--it must have seemed like it was just the two of you and no one else in the whole world!
Mar. 8th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you liked the chicken. It's an easy recipe, and I like them.
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