Archive for July, 2008

Hailstorm

Posted in Poem on July 23, 2008 by david mccullough

Poem by Kay Ryan, America's new poet laureate.

Like a storm
of hornets, the
little white planets
layer and relayer
as they whip around
in their high orbits,
getting more and
more dense before
they crash against
our crust. A maelstrom
of ferocious little
fists and punches,
so hard to believe
once it’s past.

Urban Ginko 2: A Stroll to Buson’s Birthplace

Posted in Event report, Summer on July 22, 2008 by Hisashi Miyazaki

July 6 (Sunday), 12:00. “Hello, and welcome again to Tenjinbashi-suji-rokuchome!” After lunch, eleven Hailstones begin to stroll through the hot, noisy streets of North Osaka, dropping in at the Heian Period Uguisu-zuka and a few other places of interest on the way towards Buson’s birthplace in the suburb of Kema.

an airliner low …

over The Bush-warbler’s Grave

with its own dot com

(Tito)

….. a few reddish plums

….. on leafy branches …

….. imagining a maiden

….. in his poems ….. (Keiko Yurugi)

It was a muggy day with a hint of thunder haze over the long river dyke of Kema. As we strolled, we cast our thoughts back to bygone days when all there was here was an insignificant village. The Buson stone monument, on which is carved a verse, brought home to me the nostalgic sentiments felt by young girls of Kema village, many of whom, like Buson himself, seldom if ever made the trip back home to meet their ageing parents. We read aloud – in Japanese and in English – Buson’s poems Denga-ka and Shunpu-batei-kyoku. The weathered stone stands high on the bank by the Yodo River, yet only the breeze and passing clouds come by … and the yellow daisies return annually in springtime in lieu of Buson himself. ….. (Akira Kibi)

春風や堤長うして家遠し (蕪村)

Spring wind –

the long river embankment

to my distant home ….. (Buson, trans. SHG)

stone tablet

with nothing around it

but long banks ….. (Kaoru Geka)

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….. The Yodo River –

….. In days of yore, as now

….. The same wind ….. (Shigeko Kibi)

father and son

baseball and bat

play

where a poet once lived

(Jane Wieman)

Basho McAteer in 2008.

….. at the old lock-gate

….. a terrapin jumps into the pond …

….. under the summer green ….. (Mari Kawaguchi)

17:00 arrive back in Tenroku. After a cafe sharing, Hailstones melt away into the early evening.

From the Icebox inbox 3

Posted in Haiku, Submissions on July 14, 2008 by Tito

Deep in the freezer –

Peas, dreaming of those sunny days

Before the rains set in ……………………. Yoko Nagane, Kyoto

…………………………..Fifty-somethings kiss

…………………………..On Eastbourne railway station –

…………………………..Seagull looking on. ……………Kamome, Hastings, U.K.

Ascending the stairs,

Still carrying Mt. Omine

In my weary legs. …………………………..Ted Taylor, Kyoto

VIII

Posted in Haiku, Summer on July 6, 2008 by Ellis

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Old porch–

the storm slaps down

a chip of hail.

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At a temple gate

Posted in Haiku, Summer on July 5, 2008 by Toshi

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Green maple leaves —

The bellies of the Deva kings

Imposingly naked.

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*The Deva kings are the guardian gods to left and right of a temple gate.