Triparshva
: Winter garden
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winter garden
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the moon too is a thread
an insect's song
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Basho |
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this patchwork
counterpane
a story book
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John |
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on my writing
desk
a planner
open at the first page
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Louise |
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a yang incense
drifts
from the cracked oil burner
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Monique |
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soft highlights
on a ground of boughs in bloom
a square of silk
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Danyelle |
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the taste
of clementines
to dream of leaving
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Janick |
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* * * *
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faces at the
fence
more shocking footage
fades to black
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John |
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coming in
low
a group of war planes
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Louise |
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dragonfly
a waver of light
rustles through the reeds
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Monique |
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in the dead
of night
imagining you here
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Danyelle |
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two grey heads
their laugh bursts out
from the unmade bed
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Janick |
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he's straight
off to sleep
she gawps at the ceiling
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Micheline |
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relentlessly
the oceans labour
pounding rock into sand
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John |
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everlasting
flowers
for an ikebana
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Louise |
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everything's
in flight
the leaves
the geese
a full moon this evening
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Monique |
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now and then
autumn
in the small of the back
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Danyelle |
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* * * *
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lending her
voice
to the chant of matins
a black diva
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Janick |
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sitting on
the stoop
with an inch of bourbon
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John |
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across the
way
a man with arms outflung
statue in bronze
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Danyelle |
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one by one
they are reborn ...
these frozen gnats
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Monique |
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a May breeze
in the cherry tree
soft heaps of snow
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Louise |
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finally sated
the gastronomic toad
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Janick |
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The
French text of this poem originally appeared in the French language
haikai print journal Gong,
issue 13, autumn 2006.
composition via email
23/11/2005 - 09/03/2006
hokku by Matsuo Basho:
冬庭や 月もいとなる 虫の吟
fuyunima ya tsuki mo ito naru mushi no gin
French and English translations by John Carley
participants:
Louise Vachon - Quebec, Canada
Danyelle Morin - Quebec, Canada
Monique Parent - Quebec, Canada
John Carley (sabaki) - Great Britain
Janick Belleau - Quebec, Canada
Micheline Beaudry (special guest) - Quebec, Canada
The authors believe that this poem is the first piece of formal
renku to be written in literary Quebecois.
Related articles
in this issue of Simply Haiku:
Triparshva : Jardin d'hiver
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