1I can’t help but hatehaiku. They end abruptlyjust as they’re getting2going. See? I needanother just to finishthis simple thought, and3maybe it’s true thatall the love in the world couldfit in a matchbox4but who would want totry, and where, in that case, wouldone store their matches?— Rob Taylor, “Haikus 1-4,” The Other Side of Ourselves, Previously… Continue reading Bob Taylor
I offer to youmy bones and my veins. The partsthat break and that spill. — Mary Kate Teske, “Haiku,” https://mkteske.tumblr.com/
Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life. — Santōka Taneda, Mountain Tasting: Zen Haiku of Santōka Taneda, ed. John Stevens (Weatherhill, 1980)
How hard must the wind blow to open our hearts? — Sonia Sanchez, Morning Haiku (Beacon Press, 2010)
To see Void vast infinite look out the window into the blue sky. — Allen Ginsberg, from Haiku Mind by Patricia Donegan (Shambhala, 2010)
Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream– — Matsuo Bashō, The Sound of Water: Haiku by Bashō, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets. (Shambhala, 2006)
Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream of four-tatami rooms — Matsuo Bashō The Sound of Water: Haiku by Bashō, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets (trans. Sam Hamill with illustrations by Kaji Aso)
Autumn eve – please turn to me. I, too, am stranger. — Matsuo Bashō, trans. Lucien Stryk, On Love and Barley: Haiku of Bashō (University of Hawaii Press, 1985)
Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I hurt you? You look at me with pale eyes, But these are my tears. III Morning and evening– Yet for us once… Continue reading Amy Lowell
The Vale of Soul-Making 