CZH (article) by Robin Ouzman Hislop on AuthorsDen

List submissions (June-December2003) Haiku. Haikai. Tanka i. tramontana in aadrid light on light melts black into corners daylight flickers furtively On the blade of mack the knife. Tramontana: summer tempest. ii. the window open, the fleeting rider has passed & will not return. iii. in a high window faire green marijuana springs in southern light. iv. to a wilting weed. under the silver moon drink night´s water in shade, embrace dawn & bloom. v. black chrome gleams silk sheen, a black madrid night shining through african dust. vi. my brother is on the ridge & I on the bridge, below, same suburbs. vii. day descends darkly entertaining hidden winds yet to be unleashed. viii. leave o morning fly for by twilight you will die 'neath another sky ix. august's golden sun died in a blaze of glory september's bloom falls. x. full september moon waxes silver on silver birch fly agaric. xi. high kite (haikai) the glorious day burgeoning in golden haze again the same. a one line poem whose middle in memory begins in ending. the blue lemur hawk high in the valley hovers over the buzzards. xii. tanka monk in beggar's rags meticulously copies in ink word for word in order not to forget as our feet tread over him xiii. hiroshima fall ancient imperial to blight & suicide xiv. bleep, bleep Robot Star, lonely blue skies lonelier still lonely blue eyes. xv. run of the arrow. a whisky sodden sioux under the prairie sun sombrero to nose amidst the sky's buried dead tells ghosts their tribes are no more. * * * * * * new world symphony, grandiose, dramatic, tragic, romance in triumph, magnificent, glorious, tranquil innocent truth. xvi. sierra norte de madrid high window skyline: mountain darkness mixes in city light´s distance. from the mountain´s edge purple clouds sail by a high window wind rattles. purple cloud spectrum blacks out in a high window, now only the wind. xvii. la baranca* on the slope, only rock faces distanced in mine, as we bid farewell. *the slope. xviii. skylines. (i) winter combines light: familiar scenery parts in difference. dormant landscapes lay slumbering dreaming beneath the window´s skyline. obscure over images summer lifted only to dazzle. xviv. skylines. (ii) way of the white clouds: snow melts on distant mountains, so seem the white clouds. no clouds move, below a city spellbound under vermillion streak. sounds invisible, as if bird´s wing could break through the sound barrier. xx. yet the ridge, still grits its teeth for coming frost bite, grimly, to determine. xxi. Tankai. coin in a fountain: a splash, pool ripples, coin sinks, there is no sound chink. afference & efference drawn to stillness, the coin blinks. coin in a fountain: it gleams beyond reach for alms, children´s arms refract. cascadence is the cadence, airborne to water´s silence. coin in a fountain: i stare down to the bottom, face upon water. the hand that spun the coin is the sound of one hand clapping. Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003 All rights reserved.
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