light sparkles
on shallow water:
winter marshland.
Winter Marsh [Haiku]
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Winter Blossoms [Senryū]
Winter plum blossoms
try to trick mind and eye;
cold fingers won't buy.
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Spring Cascade [Haiku]
Spring waterfall
grows by the day as ice --
somewhere -- shrinks.
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Cherry Lovers [Senryū]
some love cherries;
some, blossoms; some, Fall leaves.
who loves trunk & branch?
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Dine & Move [Haiku]
sparrow finds food
among well-trod cobbles,
then flits into blur.
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False Heralds [Tanka]
city landscapers
find year-round blooms for planters,
but I'll await
the wildflowers that grow
way up on the hillside.
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Martian Mindscape [Free Verse]
The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.
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BOOK: “Collected Sonnets” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Collected Sonnets by Edna St. Vincent MillayMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Publisher site – HarperCollins
NOTE: The version that I read was the earlier edition containing 161 sonnets, it did not include the sonnets from Mine the Harvest.
My earliest remembered exposure to the work of Edna St. Vincent Millay was to a couple of her more anthologized sonnets (included herein:) “I, being born a woman and distressed” and “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why.” I found those poems free of the sappy sentimentality that I’d often associated with the form, and that was what attracted to me to this collection, a collection which I’m happy to say shares the same tone, a tone that leans edgy and irreverent. (At least for its day.) One sees this from the opening poem, “Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, no,” which pays homage to Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130 (i.e. “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,”) the poem which began the war on hyperbole in love poetry.
Millay’s collection is not all love poetry (though it is largely so.) It does also deal in nature and includes a few epitaphs (including for the likes of mankind, [see: Sonnet cxliv.]) Millay does work in both the Petrarchan and English / Shakespearean sonnet forms.
I’d highly recommend this collection for poetry readers, particularly those who like sonnets.
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Gray Beard [Haiku]
Spanish Moss drapes
over Winter's bare branches
like a gray beard.
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Stump Gator [Kyōka]
Gator rests on stump.
but my mind cannot rest.
it's not "gator"
and "stump" in the same place,
but in the same sentence.
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