Category: Art
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More Fall Haiku
Wet wind takes my hat;damp wool covers my goose-bumps —trees howl with laughter! Dead-leaf lined gutters,walking the cold concrete road —trees sigh, “hhhuuurrryy hhhommmmmme.” –LE
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The Spanish Dancer by Rainer Maria Rilke
The Spanish Dancerby Rainer Maria Rilke As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts whiteflickering tongues before it bursts into flame:with the audience around her, quickened, hot,her dance begins to flicker in the dark room. And all at once it is completely fire. One upward glance and she ignites her hairand, whirling faster and faster,…
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Haiku and Lakeshore
These are older, but perhaps still relevant… Some Autumn Haiku, more to come… Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled geese take flight. Goose with no head…oh!it’s under her wing –goosey slight of hand. –LE
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La Guitarra
The Guitar by Federico Garcia Lorca The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water weepsas the wind weepsover snowfields.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps for distantthings.Hot southern sandsyearning for white camellias.Weeps arrow without targetevening without morningand the first dead birdon the branch.Oh guitar!Heart mortally woundedby…
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