DAILY PHOTO: Pakka Pul, Lucknow

Hillview [Haiku]

from the hill that overlooks the city, 
hustle-bustle isn't seen.

Night in a River City [Haiku]

river city:
after dark, boats slip moorings
to glide silently.

“Balls” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]

Throw the blue ball above the little twigs of the tree-tops,
And cast the yellow ball straight at the buzzing stars.

All our life is a flinging of colored balls
to impossible distances.
And in the end what have we?
A tired arm -- a tip-tilted nose.

Ah! Well! Give me the purple one.
Wouldn't it be a fine thing if I could make it stick
On top of the Methodist steeple?

Roadside [Haiku]

roadside tree
shakes with each passing truck,
but no blooms fall.

Wen Fu 3 [文赋三]: “The Writing Process” by Lu Ji [陆机] [w/ Audio]

After choosing one's scope of thought,
Turn the words and note their order.
Embrace the hot ones, feel their burn;
Knock on lines and hear their timbre.
Use the branches to shake the leaves,
And waves can be traced to their source.
Make the hidden come visible;
Make the difficult seem simple.
A tiger's transformation startles --
Birds take flight on sight of dragons.
Sometimes words nest into each other;
Sometimes, jaggedly, they won't mesh.
With a clear, contemplative mind
Hordes filter through to easy speech.
Heaven and Earth contained within:
All things flow from the brush with ease.
Starting timidly with dry mouth,
Ending with a wandering brush.
Meaning is borne by a stout trunk,
Language hangs like leaf and fruit.
Make words and intended meaning match
As moods show clearly on a face.
When happiness comes, laugh & smile,
And with sorrow let loose a sigh.
At times words flow spontaneously;
At times one bites one's brush, musing.

The Original in Simplified Chinese:

然后选义按部,考辞就班。
抱暑者咸叩, 怀响者毕弹。
或因枝以振叶,或沿波而讨源。
或本隐以之显,或求易而得难。
或虎变而兽扰,或龙见而鸟澜。
或妥帖而易施,或岨峿而不安。
罄澄心以凝思,眇众虑而为言。
笼天地于形内,挫万物于笔端。
始踯躅于燥吻,终流离失所于濡翰。
理扶质以立干,文垂条而结繁。
信情貌之不差,故每变而在颜。
思涉乐其必笑,方言哀而已叹。
或操觚以率尔,或含毫而邈然。

Autumn Blue [Haiku]

deep autumn blue;
a harvested field,
alive with crickets.

“Spring Thoughts” by Li Bai [w/ Audio]

Yan grass shimmers like silken jade.
Qin mulberry trees' green leaves droop.
Your homecoming is now at hand
As heartbreak has me thin and stooped.
Spring Winds and I are strangers --
Why, past my curtains, the inward swoop?

Chinese Title: 春思; Original poem in Simplified Chinese:

燕草如碧丝, 秦桑低绿枝;
当君怀归日, 是妾断肠时。
春风不相识, 何事入罗帏?

Note: this is poem #7 in “300 Tang Poems” [唐诗三百首]

Elephant’s Eye [Haiku]

crops hide the farmhouse,
but can't conceal distant mountains.