Elizabeth St Jacques was a familiar figure to those poets who first cultivated their interest in haiku on the internet. This volume, her longest and strongest collection, dates from 1995 (maplebud press, artwork by Ruby Spriggs).
You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library.
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All haiku in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
break of dawn . . . sparrow at the small puddle sipping pale pink lightwedge of sound rests my broom geese heading northcastanets into the night rain drops on a pailagain and again the white butterfly . . . thoughts of an unwell friendlittle finch in my hand the slow slow weight of its april deathcrowding in around the waterfall wildflowersdance of light in the frog-filled pond . . . blue heronwoodshaving curl in winter light grandfather's violinhigh wooden fence around the old convent the knot-holecarefully washing around my mouth. . . . first kissfull moon . . . after the school wrestling match everyone in pairsin deep new snow beneath the apple tree a perfect holethrough the late night camp a gentle lullaby horse hooves heading homestarbursts the cold earth floor— the knife-grinder's wheelthe circle of the winging hawk tightens to a dotthis autumn night the small moth's touch— shiver of the moon