Chen-ou Liu & Tony Burfield: Wednesday Haiku, #130

Photo by Joaquin Villaverde

July 4th
the ghost my friend keeps
under his pillow

Chen-ou Liu

Photo by Steve Jurvetson

 


Insect Poetry Competition–
each cricket
with the same line

Tony Burfield

Photo by wd9hot

an arm for a pillow--
the year ends
or doesn't end

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue

best,

Don

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Snow Storm by Tu Fu

A poem for those alone, away from home, or with no home at all.

Snow Storm

Tumult, weeping, many new ghosts.
Heartbroken, aging, alone, I sing
To myself. Ragged mist settles
In the spreading dusk. Snow skurries
In the coiling wind. The wineglass
Is spilled. The bottle is empty.
The fire has gone out in the stove.
Everywhere men speak in whispers.
I brood on the uselessness of letters.

Tu Fu
translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Happy holidays, all.


best,
Don