From Hiawatha-story: And the West-Wind came at evening, Walking lightly o'er the prairie, Whispering to the leaves and blossoms, Bending low the flowers and grasses, Found the beautiful Wenonah, Lying there among the lilies, Wooed her with his words of sweetness, Wooed her with his soft caresses, Till she bore a son in sorrow, Bore a son of love and sorrow. Thus was born my Hiawatha, Thus was born the child of wonder;
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Haiku about New Year (18)
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*Rebirth Story to Celebrate the New Year 2025*
*A Rebirth Story at Kai-no- Sawa*
The rebirth story dates back to 1968, when Sekiya Haruo (関谷春雄、1...
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Dear Haiku Friends
Look out for the reopening of Caribbean Kigo Kukai, offering one Kukai this
year to celebrate International Haiku Poetry Day.
Ch...
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Here's one for you:
My friend and painting buddy Larry was over today and he starting saying
something to me before I was in earshot. So I started harangu...
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The mango on the floor
serves as a delicious banquet
for the brave coati.
A manga no chão
é delícia de banquete
ao bravo quati.
img - by Daniel Rocke...
Cara Menghilangkan Jerawat dan Bekasnya
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Cara Menghilangkan Jerawat dan Bekasnya - Jerawat dapat menjadi kondisi
yang sangat menjengkelkan karena jerawat menyakitkan dan tidak menarik. Ini
adalah ...
Haiku Koo-Koo 2014 (26)
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Icicles dripping Coating the side door’s handle Winter keeping me Another
cold day Side-roads slick and slippery Speed on the freeway Frosted white
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write me
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i will be off-blog
for a while
for a long while maybe
i will add publication credits
if there is one
or it may stay as it is
write me
i will write YOU back
horse-shit mountain
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chrysanthemum blooming
horse-shit mountain...
one scene
kiku saku ya ma-guso yama mo hito keshiki
.菊さくや馬糞山も一けしき
by Issa, 1813
Translated by David , http:...
3 comments:
Yes, a zen haïku.
Enjoy 'em while you've got 'em.
Thanks Marcel and Bill:
From Hiawatha-story:
And the West-Wind came at evening,
Walking lightly o'er the prairie,
Whispering to the leaves and blossoms,
Bending low the flowers and grasses,
Found the beautiful Wenonah,
Lying there among the lilies,
Wooed her with his words of sweetness,
Wooed her with his soft caresses,
Till she bore a son in sorrow,
Bore a son of love and sorrow.
Thus was born my Hiawatha,
Thus was born the child of wonder;
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