By Yuzuru Miura
During this tremendous assortment, haiku poet Yuzuru Miura has chosen and translated poems through earlier masters equivalent to Basho and Buson, in addition to modern poets. Fireflies, pheasants, a summer time bathe, iciness snow, camellias, and different appealing matters are integrated one of the 100 poems during this amazing anthology. A respected assortment, vintage Haiku inspires the peace and serenity of the japanese lifestyle.
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The fuel line is leaking, the chicken is long gone from the
cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;
Benny eventually obtained off the stuff and Betty now has a job
as a waitress; and
the chimney sweep used to be fairly gentle as he
giggled up via the
I walked miles throughout the urban and recognized
not anything as a tremendous claw ate at my
belly whereas the interior of my head felt
ethereal as though i used to be approximately to go
it's now not lots that not anything means
something yet extra that it retains meaning
there's no free up, simply experts and self-
appointed gods and hucksters.
the extra humans say, the fewer there's to say.
even the simplest books are dry sawdust.
—from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"
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48 the russian revolution circa 1967 2 â•…â•… The apples are red again in Chandler’s valley redder for what happened there never did care never did know what it was The End on a pillow a doormat lust naturally steam a hiss Guilty! I see some handwriting on the wall of the Williamsburg Bridge intersection New York Postâ•…â•… ten cents tip the newsboy over a million laughs that’s the party line yes he’s working on the paper: Mr. Horatio Alger (he has a lovely talent) thank you here’s your change 49 3 I’m touched here, take this penny there is no need for the past the sun is out it’s night I mean it is night and I love you better since this seizure / of my eyeballs .
Fucked til 7 now she’s late to work and I’m 18 so why are my hands shaking I should know better III Stronger than alcohol, more great than song, deep in whose reeds great elephants decay; I, an island, sail, and my shores toss on a fragrant evening, fraught with sadness bristling hate. It’s true, I weep too much. Dawns break slow kisses on the eyelids of the sea, what other men sometimes have thought they’ve seen. And since then I’ve been bathing in the poem lifting her shadowy flowers up for me, and hurled by hurricanes to a birdless place the waving flags, nor pass by prison ships O let me burst, and I be lost at sea!
The Poems” is not a dream. It is night. You Are asleep. ” On the dirt-covered ground Crystal tears drench the ground. Vast orange dreams Are unclenched. It is night. Songs have blossomed In the pale crystal library of tears. You Are asleep. ” XXXVIII Sleep half sleep half silence and with reasons For you I starred in the movie Made on the site Of Benedict Arnold’s triumph, Ticonderoga, and I shall increase from this As I am a cowboy and you imaginary Ripeness begins corrupting every tree Each strong morningâ•…â•… A man signs a shovel And so he digsâ•…â•… It hurtsâ•…â•… and so We get our feet wet in airâ•…â•… we love our lineage 24 Ourselvesâ•…â•… Music, salve, pills, kleenex, lunch And the promise never to truckleâ•…â•… A man Breaks his arm and so he sleepsâ•…â•… he digs In sleep half silence and with reason XLI banging around in a cigaretteâ•…â•…â•… she isn’t “in love” my dream a drink with Ira Hayes we discuss the code of â•…â•‡ the west my hands make love to my body when my arms are around you you never tell me your name and I am forced to write “belly” when I mean “love” Au revoir, scene!