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with petals
purchased for a goddess
I bookmark
the most fragrant
of Mirza Ghalib's poems |
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in light and shade
old memories slowly fade
between the stones
a tortoise singing songs
of shells and bones
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this windy night while
huddled by the winter hearth
something draws my ear
your footsteps on the gravel
or rustle of dead grasses?
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down the bakery
a sweet young thing braids challah
my hands remember
better than these fading eyes
the velvet of your tresses
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the
pitter
of new foliage pelted
by a shower
where to put this anguish
watching children grow?
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The sun shines down
through a small gap in the clouds
a moment before dusk.
The evening breeze will scatter
this little pile of leaves.
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Even here
among high mountains
the path runs in the valley.
Whichever way I look
my view somehow obscured.
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The hills have been denuded
to rob bandits
of their cover.
Where can my heart hide now
from day's piercing light?
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Cherry viewing season
passes here so quickly.
Wasn't it
just yesterday,
this memory of my youth?
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Earthworm,
earth passes through you
passing through the earth.
The day draws ever closer
when you and I are one.
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Poems 1 - 5
above appeared in Simply Haiku v6n2, while poems
6 - 10 were published on the Anglo-Japanese Tanka Society's
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