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Book of the Week: No One Sees the Stems

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Ruth Yarrow is a naturalist and activist, and her passion for her vocations can be discovered even in her earliest work, such as this small volume published by High/Coo Press in 1981.

You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library.

All haiku in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.



a marmot's whistle pierces the mountain- first star
north wind moans through a crack in my dream
on the icy limb the hawk turns to a silhouette
late autumn sun signaling from the spider's strand
chill dawn: between the child's coughs a distant crow
snow patches: thicket along the stream snags the fog
warm rain before dawn: my milk flows into her unseen
spring ocean in fog: invisible waves and gull cries swelling together
picking the last pears yellow windows hang in the dusk

This Post Has 9 Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing Ruth’s lovely and poignant poetry. Since I’m new to haiku I haven’t had the chance to learn of some of the earlier work of current haiku poets– and so I additionally appreciate this.

  2. Though I love haiku, many of them do not “connect” for me. All of Ruth Yarrow’s haiku both make sense and speak to my heart. Many thanks.

  3. Thanks, Tom, and thanks, Jim

    I seem to remember, Tom, that you wrote about Ruth Yarrow’s influence; I was just at your website to recall more. The “last pears” and “yellow windows” are so beautiful, as the light changes – have seen this with some flowers.

    Ellen

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