HAIKU II
      
      
      
      
      
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                          Haiku II
      
                  Copyright 1980--(C)1999
              by FISHHOOK and Dennis M. Hammes
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                        for Roxanne
      
                  the /kami/ of this place
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
                     hagakure-no
                      asaboshi yoboshi
                       kao o tsubutsu
      
      
      
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                            201
                  
                  I would sing of you --
                   the dragonfly is quick
                    the mayfly too
                  
                  
                            202
                  
                  between two moons
                   fire blossoms burst
                    and then two moons
                  
                  
                            203
                  
                  two cigarettes we smoke
                   between two moons --
                    fish smack!
                  
                  
                            204
                  
                  bricks creak in the breeze
                   a siren flashes the street
                    -- and I write these!
                  
                  
                            205
                  
                  wind barely whistles :
                   tall Dempster pumps and pumps
                    bright purple thistles
                  
                  
                            206
                  
                  three days' rain
                   and still those blossoms cling
                    to smell of rain
                  
                  
                            207
                  
                  in my lamp's flame
                   your shadow's dancing
                    is the same
                  
                  
                            208
                  
                  robin, too, stops digging
                   to hurry the long sun
                    with water-pigging
                  
                  
                            209
                  
                  lightning scurry
                   signs these wet colors
                    still in a hurry
                  
                  
                            210
                  
                  grumbling gray skies :
                   Monarch quits his keep
                    to spread sunrise
                  
                  
                            211
                  
                  cold nose, thump of fur
                   and loneliness plus lonely
                    equals purr
                  
                  
                            212
                  
                  so black warm kit
                   you hide your nose from winter
                    in my armpit?
                  
                  
                            213
                  
                  the wheat grows
                   so broad the whacking tractor
                    won't scare crows
                  
                  
                            214
                  
                  lakeshore arush
                   from mist to mist with silt :
                    one tern, one splash -- one fish!
                  
                  
                            215
                  
                  they too sip the sky
                   and spit out wings?  snapdragons :
                    azure butterfly
                  
                  
                            216
                  
                  out of the night's
                   quick whack of wings, a bat
                    a glimpse of sight
                  
                  
                            217
                  
                  the tree toad speaks --
                   how very large he is
                    until he squeaks
                  
                  
                            218
                  
                  dry cocoon :
                   a small white moth
                    beneath the moon
                  
                  
                            219
                  
                  now I discover
                   that I may grow into both
                    lilac and lover
                  
                  
                            220
                  
                  by this gleamong log
                   two moons study a lily --
                    sure I heard a frog!
                  
                  
                            221
                  
                  Minaguchi-ya :
                   tsuwamono-domo ga
                    yume-no ato
                  ____________
                  
                       [Minaguchi-ya :
                        [warriors' splendid
                         [dreams' aftermath
                  
                  Founded by a displaced samurai, Minaguchi-ya is a 
             traditional inn at Okitsu, held by that family for 400 
             years.  The plagiarism of Basho is strictly intentional;
             for translation and discussion, see Henderson, Harold G.  
             /Haiku/.  Anchor Books, 1958.
                  
                  
                            222
                  
                  hot sandstone hill
                   waterfall of popple
                    -- whippoorwill!
                  
                  
                            223
                  
                  in father's grave park
                   the great blue stone, crabapple,
                    western meadowlark
                  
                  
                            224
                  
                  western meadowlark!
                   even the striped ground squirrels
                    sit up in the park
                              

                            225
                  
                  all the swollen brooks :
                   winter marches to Dunquerque
                    and no one looks
                  
                  
                            226
                  
                  moon over the moon
                   turning earth will take away
                    so soon
                  
                  
                            227
                  
                  moon over the moon
                   and I am writing verses
                    all alone
                  
                  
                            228
                  
                  moon over the moon
                   dreams that wandered empty fields
                    return to the pen
                  
                  
                            229
                  
                  two blue and white skies
                   a yellow flower to pick
                    -- it flies!
                  
                  
                            230
                  
                  do red snapdragons
                   or is it the white ones that
                    spit blue butterflies?
                  
                  
                            231
                  
                  silence and the moon
                   and in the street's five taverns
                    they yell for a tune
                  
                  
                            232
                  
                  old rope bridge, old rock
                   and I make company
                    that crawl become walk
                  
                  
                            233
                  
                  sparrows thick as plums
                   once again the air is filled
                    and the ground turns white
                  
                  
                            234
                  
                  to grow old this way --
                   the wreath, the horn, the volley
                    Memorial Day
                  
                  
                            235
                  
                  there isn't a light
                   on the whole heavy prairie
                    but the stars tonight
                  
                  
                            236
                  
                  ugly old jack pine
                   how wide my little yard
                    if it blew down
                  
                  
                            237
                  
                  no word was said
                   you . . . me . . .
                    apple overhead
                  
                  
                            238
                  
                  same water :
                   white lilies, yellow lilies
                    -- fish smack!
                  
                  
                            239
                  
                  lilacs for my wife :
                   this one or this one or this one
                    -- put away my knife
                  
                  
                            240
                  
                  wings not yet dry --
                   Monarch, give back my soul
                    before you fly
                  
                  
                            241
                  
                  pencil, book of laws
                   whetstone drying by the lamp
                    cat chews at his claws
                  
                  
                            242
                  
                  the water of law
                   spreads thin on mountain pebbles
                    that will never thaw
                  on the plains the thin cattle
                   butt calves for a little straw
                  
                  
                            243
                  
                  how different the eye
                   that slants to praise
                    this moon, this sky
                  
                
                            244
                  
                  draws bees from flying
                   that blue and all that blue --
                    dandelion
                  
                  
                            245
                  
                  yoyo bee mining
                   bloom and sky and bloom and sky
                    and all that whining
                  
                  
                            246
                  
                  two moons and river
                   something shrugs and goes back deep --
                    the surface shivers
                  
                  
                            247
                  
                  valley lily too
                   grows faster leaning the house
                    with nothing to do
                  
                  
                            248
                  
                  how it plays possum
                   to fill us with butterflies --
                    the apple blossom
                  
                  
                            249
                  
                  hagakure-no
                   asaboshi yoboshi
                    kao o tsubutsu
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                  Code of bushi's
                   [work from] morning stars [to] evening stars
                    crushing of face
                  
                
                            250
                  
                  footprints in the snow --
                   no set of them exactly
                    where the others go
                  
                  
                            251
                  
                  the spider too
                   circles these papers
                    finding no meat
                  
                  
                            252
                  
                  meditation hears
                   dust on cricket wings
                    squeaking gears
                  
                  
                            253
                  
                  junkyard where I sit
                   in the treehouse
                    and watch the parts fit
                  
                  
                            254
                  
                  moon skinnydipping
                   and the new half polliwogs
                    cool and ping
                  
                  
                            255
                  
                  black ice and you
                   moon
                    skates too
                  
                  
                            256
                  
                  red leaf clicking
                   the study window screen
                    wristwatch ticking
                  
                  
                            257
                  
                  march wind
                   winter
                    waves a butterfly
                  
                  
                            258
                  
                  time clock
                   shoots
                    minutes
                  
                  
                            259
                  
                  red tulip soars
                   behind that snowbank --
                    Maggie's Drawers
                  
                  
                            260
                  
                  how it plays possum
                   to fill us with butterflies --
                    the apple blossom
                  
                  
                            261
                  
                  so hot the soil
                   spits grasshopper soot
                    and frogs need oil
                  
                  
                            262
                  
                  yellow leaf, blue sky
                   a little wind --
                    butterfly

          
                            263
                  
                  geese cup the air
                   and slant in toward the pond
                    though trees are bare
                  
                  
                            264
                  
                  geese in the treetops
                   whistle like gray bullets
                    toward their new homes
                  
                  
                            265
                  
                  two moons
                   and only the gray geese
                    to break the silence
                  
                  
                            266
                  
                  yellow leaf
                   clinging to that branch --
                    autumn sunset
                  
                  
                            267
                  
                  is apple blossom
                   less beautiful
                    for flying -- ?
                  
                  
                            268
                  
                  you whose ripples
                   never stop
                    jumped into my pond
                  
                  
                            269
                
                  even the gulls
                   sound like the pulleys
                    of a sailboat
                  
                            270
                  
                  Snow like moths
                   or moths like snow?
                    around the streetlamp.
                  
                  
                            271
                  
                  Trees white on the west
                   winter giving lessons
                    in jest
                  
                            272
                  
                  Young girl
                   old song
                    who sings?
                  
                            273
                  
                  Black cat
                   stares out the window
                    at white...
                  
                            274
                  
                  Black Kitty fur:
                   You need but touch it
                    To get purr
                  
                            275
                  
                  Kitty wrapped in fur
                   But the naked ape
                    Went to the poles
                  
                            276
                  
                  Without a feather
                   The naked ape
                    Goes to space
                  
                            277
                  
                  Man too will die
                   To stand on a place:
                    Lunar footprint
                  
                            278
                  
                  Man too will die
                   To stand on a place:
                    This flag...
                  
                            279
                  
                  This flag
                   Carefree in the breeze
                    So much blood
                  
                            280
                  
                  kitten climbs my shoe
                   looking over all the world
                    for things to do
                  
                  
                            281
                  
                  kitten climbs my shoe
                   looking over all the world
                    for more than you
                  
                  
                            282
                  
                  small green cherry
                   bomb explodes
                    into a peony
                  
                  
                            283
                  
                  under his gray
                   explosion of blue
                    jay
                  
                  
                            284
                  
                  rain falling softly
                   leaves of the sunflower
                    waving back...
                  
                  
                            285
                  
                  poetry:
                   the rain falls softly
                    on empty gardens
                  
                  
                            286
                  
                  sun shines merrily
                   on children's swings
                    and garbage cans
                  
                  
                            287
                  
                  black cat, blackbird
                   eye each other for the
                    rain in a rut
                  
                  
                            288
                  
                  kitten sings
                   for his supper
                    to other kittens
                  
                  
                            289
                  
                  old artillery shell
                   is now a paperweight
                    for new poems
                  
                  
                            290
                  
                  thunder and flashing
                   clouds in a line --
                    the band is coming!
                  
                  
                            291
                  
                  mirror pool
                   maples
                    all catsup-cool
                  
                  
                            292
                  
                  kitten's wise
                   smile
                    crushes chicken thighs
                  
                  
                            293
                  
                  student leaves his books
                   to crawl the pubs
                    for women's looks
                  
                  
                            294
                  
                  boy devalues Dad
                   devalues every other
                    including the lad
                  
                  
                            295
                  
                  cat in the window
                   satisfied to look
                    and let the world grow
                  
                  
                            296
                  
                  three yellow leaves 
                   on the brown lawn
                    the fog lingers
                  
                  
                            297
                  
                  to these dead roots
                   add one spring:
                    iris!
                  
                  
                            298
                  
                  I root these greens
                   to plant those:
                    "garden"
                  
                  
                            299
                  
                  the flame goes out
                   the flame relights
                    and is the same
                  
                  
                            300
                  
                  thunderstorm
                   my little desk
                    oil lamp
                  
                  
                            301
                  
                  fat little Kitty
                   sleeping
                    by the furnace
                  
                  
                            302
                  
                  window Kitty
                   watches squirrels
                    behind the screen
                  
                  
                            303
                  
                  window Kitty
                   attack mode
                    for leaves
                  
                  
                            304
                  
                  parked the car
                   opened the door
                    chicken cooking!
                  
                  
                            305
                  
                  parked the car
                   opened the door
                    your clothes on the floor!
                  
                  
                            306
                  
                  cat gives a yawn
                   it's east of midnight
                    you are gone
                  
                  
                            307
                  
                  raucous crows
                   talk fall:
                    why do we have to?
                  
                  
                            308
                  
                  wheat like a park
                   and the world is full
                    of one meadowlark
                  
                  
                            309
                  
                  New Year's glow
                   as far as I can see
                    footless snow!
                  
                  
                            310
                  
                  sun hot as grief
                   and on the office screen
                    one yellow leaf
                  
                  
                            311
                  
                  earth still halts slough
                   at Kittyhawk
                    where iron first flew
                  
                  
                            312
                  
                  moon things gleam
                   ripples from my pebble
                    move downstream
                  
                  
                            313
                  
                  snow to the window
                   footprints to my door
                    you in my lap
                  
                  
                            314
                  
                  forty below
                   even the moon
                    shrinks from the snow
                  
                  
                            315
                  
                  forty below
                   gallon of lamp oil
                    words in a row
                  
                  
                            316
                  
                  water on the breeze
                   my boots squish in the snow
                    past squeaking trees
                  
                  
                            317
                  
                  oh, chicken and beans
                   but I set the other plate
                    to passing cats
                  
                  
                            318
                  
                  street-corner gargoyles
                   chins on the March ground
                    sweat in the sun
                  
                  
                            319
                  
                  spring sun
                   the gutters run
                    with gargoyle tears
                  
                  
                            320
                  
                  the gargoyles weep
                   to see the spring sun
                    and curl up to sleep
                  
                  
                            321
                  
                  rain atop the snow
                   (insult to injury)
                    but tulips glow
                  
                  
                            322
                  
                  the squirrels' trick
                   on spiderwebs of wires --
                    they do not stick
                  
                  
                            323
                  
                  eyes to have to see
                   little mouse has so much eye
                    he crawls into me
                  
                  
                            324
                  
                  rain dumps
                   gray sky on gray trees
                    but the dryer thumps
                  
                  
                            325
                  
                  gray rains
                   and at the window
                    cat complains
                  
                  
                            326
                  
                  preservers of life
                   against the washer's assaults:
                    screwdriver and knife
                  
                  
                            327
                  
                  first thunder
                   (must be first
                    so full of blunder)
                  
                  
                            328
                  
                  orange moon
                   dimmed by the scent (?)
                    of lilac
                  
                  
                            329
                  
                  mayfly dancers
                   when I announce I'm home
                    the Kitty answers
                  
                  
                            330
                  
                  cat bored by the sun --
                   of all his friends
                    not one
                  
                  
                            331
                  
                  first thunder
                   tries out the spring
                    with blunder
                  
                  
                            332
                  
                  the trees stand up
                   from holes in snow -- 
                    world's whiskers
                  
                  
                            333
                  
                  crows in the chaff
                   in gold trees, too
                    they laugh and laugh
                  
                  
                            334
                  
                  gold trees, blue skies
                   blackbirds wheel
                    window kitty cries
                  
                  
                            335
                  
                  snow in lumps
                   where iris bloomed --
                    the furnace thumps
                  
                  
                            336
                  
                  brown irises
                   curled into fists
                    broken promises
                  
                  
                            337
                  
                  black trees, gray sky
                   white ground --
                    black window kitty
                  
                  
                            338
                  
                  blanket hump
                   beside the white window --
                    kitty lump
                  
                  
                            339
                  
                  wind from the south
                   snow melting
                    in my mouth
                  
                  
                            340
                  
                  midnight
                   your question
                    my candlelight
                  
                  
                            341
                  
                  on the roof, ice cracks
                   Kitty jumps into my lap
                    the furnace clacks
                  
                  
                            342
                  
                  on the roof, ice cracks
                   Kitty sleeping by My Chair
                    the keyboard clacks
                  
                  
                            343
                  
                  storm came today
                   too early to wake tulips
                    -- snow slunk away
                  
                  
                            344
                  
                  lone black crow
                   picking at the ground
                    finds only snow
                  
                  
                            345
                  
                  Venus pulls the dawn
                   up from the earth
                    but then is gone
                  
                  
                            346
                  
                  the only purpose
                   of the mica on this rock
                    to hold my wonder?
                  
                  
                            347
                  
                  spring sky
                   explodes with a Kitty
                    chasing a fly
                  
                  
                            348
                  
                  so high the sky
                   but every drop
                    a bullseye!
                  
                  
                            349
                  
                  what flower is that
                   among the pansies?
                    -- calico cat!
                  
                  
                            350
                  
                  after the lightning
                   and the tap of rain
                    full moon
                  
                  
                            351
                  
                  the black of June
                   and daisies
                    in the moon
                  
                  
                            352
                  
                  afternoon so warm
                   but now leaves and petals
                    hear a storm
                  
                  
                            353
                  
                  I hear my brains
                   and this candle
                    between trains
                  
                  
                            354
                  
                  three crows settle
                   on a ripe red squirrel --
                    August heat
                  
                  
                            355
                  
                  sunrise
                   flees examination
                    bad idea
                  
                  
                            356
                  
                  called to you
                   to watch the sunrise
                    gray
                  
                  
                            357
                  
                  flake on flake on flake
                   snow covers my garden
                    mistake
                  
                  
                            358
                  
                  snow today
                   even the crow
                    is gray
                  
                  
                            359
                  
                  this milk-quartz snow!
                   through iron dendrite trees
                    moves one gray crow
                  
                  
                            360
                  
                  imagine that!
                   new snow, and footprints lead to
                    one black cat!
                  
                  
                            361
                  
                  so cold
                   the hills pull quilts of snow
                    to shoulders
                  
                  
                            362
                  
                  so white the snow
                   the picture waits
                    for one black crow
                  
                  
                            363
                  
                  so still the snow
                   but where it rises
                    over those sparrows
                  
                  
                            364
                  
                  your empty chair
                   a thin fishnet
                    of Kitty hair
                  
                  
                            365
                  
                  dog with a fender --
                   goes from boy to boy to find
                    a spring weekender
                  
                  
                            366
                  
                  the child declines --
                   now hear universe collapse
                    as mommy whines
                  
                  
                            367
                  
                  a harried clerk
                   and I agree we heard
                    the meadowlark
                  
                  
                            368
                  
                  I wonder
                   who woke me up to visit --
                    spring thunder
                  
                  
                            369
                  
                  kids still in school
                   and all the apple
                    blossoms in the pool
                  
                  
                            370
                  
                  too tired to be it
                   the ruffled iris wilted
                    with none to see it
                  
                  
                            371
                  
                  and where are you
                   whose joy became the tulips
                    the rabbits chew?
                  
                  
                            372
                  
                  you would not see
                   so in my living room
                    huge pink peony
                  
                  
                            373
                  
                  the preachers rave
                   while in my little garden
                    the iris wave
                  
                  
                            374
                  
                  cat jerks to bird
                   while on my piano
                    Mozart unheard
                  
                  
                            375
                  
                  Chopin maybe
                   but you
                    goo at the baby
                  
                  
                            376
                  
                  small leaves and curled
                   even the rhubarb
                    detests your world
                  
                  
                            377
                  
                  despite the rabbit
                   this little lilac
                    by habit
                  
                  
                            378
                  
                  civics in school
                   salvationists drool
                    lilac, be cruel
                  
                  
                            379
                  
                  we have no teeth
                   who fire the volley
                    and toss the wreath
                  
                  
                            380
                  
                  piano and sword
                   behind the chair you fawned
                    the meat you adored
                  
                  
                            381
                  
                  Jeezuss in sight
                   but your son
                    cannot write
                  
                  
                            382
                  
                  small peonies droop
                   another year
                    of bean soup
                  
                  
                            383
                  
                  Chicago knife
                   Scotch green pad
                    and no wife
                  
                  
                            384
                  
                  new slave to man
                   from June to August
                    electric fan
                  
                  
                            385
                  
                  no pup, no tup
                   but
                    coffee cup
                  
                  
                            386
                  
                  freezer's chill
                   can-opener's skill
                    forget to kill
                  
                  
                            387
                  
                  such a skirl
                   to tell the world
                    one-third of squirrel
                  
                  
                            388
                  
                  the whole branch whirls
                   with giant pussy willow
                    two horny squirrels
                  
                  
                            389
                  
                  and yet
                   from the broken sidewalk
                    this violet
                  
                  
                            390
                  
                  children scream the mall
                   dusty piano keys
                    sword on the wall
                  
                  
                            391
                  
                  single bloom
                   big enough
                    to fill the room
                  
                  
                            392
                  
                  rusting metal
                   one
                    peony petal
                  
                  
                            393
                  
                  and as for that
                   this
                    sleeping cat
                  
                  
                            394
                  
                  iris so fleet
                   squirrel
                    would rather eat
                  
                  
                            395
                  
                  evening train
                   bicycle standing
                    in the rain
                  
                  
                            396
                  
                  computer crash
                   swat the switch
                    take out the trash
                  
                  
                            397
                  
                  hot gray city
                   warm wet desk fan
                    window kitty
                  
                  
                            398
                  
                  talk
                   talk
                    worm on the walk
                  
                  
                            399
                  
                  you too above
                   my little alley
                    mourning dove
                  
                  
                            400
                  
                  leaves like mice
                   skitter south along the street
                    the smell of ice
                  

                  
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