My haiku blog | Thoughts about poetry, books, life and happenings. Haiku Missionary: An Annotated Response to Alan Watts’ “Haiku” - Graceguts. The sea darkens, The voices of the wild ducks Are faintly white. In the dark forest A berry drops. The sound of the water.[1] These are two complete poems from a kind of Japanese poetry known as haiku. When you are used to Western poetry the haiku comes as something of a shock. The stars on the pond. Again the winter shower Ruffles the water.[3] It seems to be a poem just begun but left unfinished.[4] But with a little more familiarity you realize that haiku poetry excels in one of the rarest of the artistic virtues, the virtue of knowing when to stop; of knowing when enough has been said. When one of the great Zen masters was asked, “What is the ultimate principle of Buddhism?” Zen answers profound questions with simple everyday facts: “It is windy again this morning.” Blyth has made a considerable selection of haiku from English literature, conveniently saving me the trouble of searching around for examples:[12] The tinkle of the thirsty rill Unheard all day, ascends again.
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