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Book of the Week – Scattered Leaves by Magdalena Dale

Magdalena Dale, born on July 23, 1953 in Bucharest, Romania, is a prolific poet, editor, author and translator of tanka and haiku. She has published her work extensively in both Romanian and international journals. Dale co-edited volumes 3 and 4 (2010-2011) of the anthology series Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka alongside M. Kei. To date, her published works include one haiku collection, three tanka collections, one tanka strings collection, and one collection of renga and other linked verse forms. She is an active member of the Romanian Society of Haiku, the Romanian Writers’ Society, and the World Haiku Association. Dale is based in Bucharest (Haikupedia).

Scattered Leaves was published by Bucureşti : Editura Societăţii Scriitorilor Români in 2013. It was written in Romanian, translated into English by the author.

Following are a few selected poems from the book:

Day dreaming
the taste of the tea
on your lips
this fragrance of lime
between you and me

Golden leaves
their light scattered
in drops of rain …
like all my daydreams
and my memories

In midsummer
I sit with my own shadow
on a bench …
so many scattered petals
and useless butterflies

I listen to
the rustle of leaves
in their whispers
I found my poems
and lost dreams

Autumn rain
with great and heavy drops
bends down this leaf …
all my past yearnings
float in my dewy eyes

You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library and please share your favorite poem from the book with us.

Do you have a chapbook published in 2018 or earlier that you would like featured as a Book of the Week? Contact us for details. Haiku featured in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by the THF Digital Librarian Kenneth Pearson and are used with permission.

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  1. Some nice imagery here. Would the Romanian princess in Kurban Said’s “Ali and Nino” have written poems like these?

    I can’t help imagining some of these tanka shortened into haiku. Like,

    Dracula’s Castle
    through the grim rooms
    echo of steps . . .
    outside a red butterfly
    all of a sudden startles me

    to:

    Dracula’s Castle
    outside a red butterfly
    startles me

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