Haiku/Senryu
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far blue mountains
if only I'd held
my tongue
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among the reed shadows
the noon blue heart
of the butterfly
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Patrick Sweeney
last snow, in the woods,
like the underlining
of an obscure passage |
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honeybee,
does your language
mention the moon? |
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years
of commuting
of uneventful merging
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John Stevenson
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A winter night:
Deeply asleep,
I am a cat |
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A red ant
Stretches space and time
On a camellia |
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Petals falling . . .
Finally, I go
Along with them |
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Inside of me
A bowed homeless man
Collects the rain |
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Jack Galmitz
deep in the raindrop a blade of grass |
Graham Nunn
the shapes of clouds . . .
neither one of us
is right
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dead of winter
someone with
the wrong number
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Collin Barber
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turning from my
mirror
leaves tossed in rain |
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alone on the sill
a pear
with age spots |
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between waves
scuttling gulls
working the gaps |
William Ramsey
sunny hillscape
a silhouette in yogaasan
takes on color
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slicing wind
the skylark alone
knows the pull
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Kala Ramesh
twilight
me slowly pouring
into the not-me |
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pain fading the days back to wilderness |
at the last moment preparing for the next
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a breeze and my mind on to other things |
Jim Kacian
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swallowtails—
a mission fig
cut in half
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Peggy Willis Lyles
sharpening a blade
on a whetstone - how far
we've come back
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lingering heat...
a young man snags
a sidewalk butt
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Andrea Grillo
River festival willows swaying her yukata |
Guy Simser
spring dig—
a worm recoils
from itself
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child
in the rain
bounces back
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Helen Buckingham
no fruit to offer—
the elephant searches the air
blesses me still |
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we walk all day
to see the other face
of the great hill |
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quiet bell chimes . . .
the temple elephant
on a midnight walk
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Shyam Santhanam
high beams
the darkness
behind me
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ordinary time
the darkening
of stained glass
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William Kenney
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I watch as
the word fox vanishes
autumn begins
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the wind stops
I find myself here
in a far place
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night coming
maples
whitened by the wind
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a star
millions of wings trembling
in the cave
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Peter Yovu
She expands
and contracts
a cock crows
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The same problems
the same reactions
raining again
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George Swede
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missing you
in a phone box full
of burnt holes
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Liam Wilkinson
spring mountain the lowest clouds right through her |
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cold morning
the subway window
with no reflection
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Bruce Ross
| overnight creative nature wrote a peony white |
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too old for next year's irises |
unsettled as february disappears |
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if i were a spring centipede would all my legs hurt |
marlene mountain
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razored through
to the void
raven
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Ann K. Schwader
falling into
the space between our spines—
full moon
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between the shadows
and spring—
the color red
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Dana Duclo
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coyote choir
we wake beneath
next season's stars |
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Allan Burns
red peppers
the things he said
laid out in front of me
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after the fight
the boxers’
embrace
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Rose Hunter
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wild oats
spilling from my daughter's braids
evening light
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Josh Wikoff
Saying it for you
cutting winds
on the mudflats
泥地上 凜冽的風 我為你而說 |
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Any bus or train leaving Hiroshima at dawn
長崎的早晨 撘乘公車或火車離開都好
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The point of autumn warm water hits the spot
秋分 溫水喝起來真過癮 |
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Getting blown beneath desert stars take me now
沙漠星空下 品蕭 讓我死去吧
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Paul Pfleuger, Jr. (trans. Zhao-Yan Chen, 陳召燕)
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