Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.
A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.
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I think that these haikus do a great job symbolizing the seasons. He really was a very talented writer.
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I like the simplicity in this cycle of verses. The progress from verse to verse is palpable in the sights, sounds and textures. And then that final verse with the crash of sound effects, the murky sky, and lonely cry of the raven through it all. Beautiful. We can't resist picturing ourselves and our lives as we grow older, still active, still crying out into a world that may not see us in the gloom.
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I love hiaku,,,,lol cant write them,,but I love them,,,,this is wonderfull,,,each is its own,,,but goes together as a whole so well,,,wonderfull write
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Very interesting sequence. I am still not quite sure what to think of these Asian forms. I think I prefer my poetry to fall somewhere between saying nothing and trying to say too much...just me, I suppose.
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