One of the major missions of The World
Haiku Club is to "find" and help new talent realise him/herself to
his/her full potential. Using a wine jargon, this could be called "En
Primeur" in haiku. On the other hand, we also enjoy at WHC, fine wines,
especially wines of good vintage and vineyard. Hence, this series, "Tasting
Vintage Haiku", where excellent vintage haiku from well-known vineyards may
be sampled.
In this issue, we will taste a rare bottle of vintage Chateau Dublin haiku
written by Gabriel Rosenstock (1949 - ). Mr.
Rosenstock is one of the foremost poets in Ireland, in both English and Irish
languages, known as a Poet, dramatist, translator, haikuist. Former chairman of Poetry
Ireland/Éigse Éireann, he is the author and translator of over eighty
books including his own, Cold
Moon, erotic haiku; his selected
poems (from the Irish), Portrait of
the Artist as an Abominable Snowman, and the compilation, A
Treasury of Irish Love. He
has translated into Irish, two volumes of poems by the Chicano poet Franscio X.
Alarcón; also the selected poems of J. W Hackett, Seamus Heaney, Gunter
Grass, Peter Huchel, Willem M. Roggeman, Georg Trakl, Georg Heym, Robert Bebek,
and many others. World
Haiku Review asked Gabriel to present several haiku poems written and chosen by
himself from A Handful of Haiku:
Vintage Haiku
by Gabriel Rosenstock
outside the
Guggenheim
the shape
of real trees |
lone
dandelion stalk
all of its seeds blown away
........unsure
what it is |
crows going
home
caw! they rend the air! caw-caw!
exposing silence |
sheep-droppings
-
....... a
baker's dozen -
each one the same |
foiche lá
fearthainne
a glóirín
múchta |
wasp on a wet
day
her little voice
smothered |
unexpected
shower:
my ants
all in a stampede |
knowing
its name:
....... the
lungwort
....... appearing
in every cranny |
a wasp
between two minds -
-....... to
fly in?
-....... soul
of autumn |
horns receding
-
a snail
on the satellite dish |
snag breac
d'ól lán a ghoib
dá íomhá féin |
magpie
sipping beakfuls
of its own image |
trying to
compete
with graffiti -
lichen on a wall |
bláthanna
i vása -
siúlann cat
trí gharraí lom |
flowers
in a vase -
a cat prowls
the bare garden |
waking
in the heart of the night -
.......
her only make-up
............... the
moon |
motionless
in mid-air
a spider enjoying emptiness |
sop ina ghob
dá nead
féasóga ar an éan! |
a
beakful of straw
for its nest -
the bird has whiskers! |
silently
a swan
in greyish mist |
passing
a laundrette -
....... this
spinning world
................becoming
still |
flicking their
tails
out of habit -
cows in the chill of autumn |
cobwebs in his
ears
this November morning -
bust of a composer |
smólach
ar an bhfaiche
..........cigire
..........nóiníní |
thrush on
the lawn
........daisy
........inspector |
CBS News
-
a deceased actor utters something
and fades |
alien eyes
saying something -
severed bodies of prawns |
murky canal -
a waterhen pecking
at a condom |
empty circus
field -
one lonesome
elephant turd |
sunshower -
flowers, weeds, stones,
drenched in enlightenment |
did her
eyes watch
that little danse macabre?
....... decapitated
hen |
dockleaves
touch her ankles
as she weeds -
robins watch and wait |
slipping
over morning fields -
............... sunrays
catching the hare's urine |
island post
box
the empty thud
of a letter |
Achill island
oyster catchers
gawping at tourists |
evening
sun
on the tips of tall grass -
........the
dog drinks loudly |
garden junk
rusting
with leaves |
i ngloiní dú'
an daill
dul fé
na gréine |
in the blind
man's glasses
the going down
of the sun |
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