Ann Newell published this sumptuous book to celebrate the memory of her friend, the artist Joyce Jo Bashein (forty branches up publishing, 1985). It is not a book of haiku, but shares its sensibility, and many of the lyrical passages can be read as such. The book concludes with a pair of tanka, and of course Newell went on to publish books of haiku. In this volume we can see her first movement towards the genre.
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Haiku featured in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Jim Kacian, following a concept first explored by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
New birth from old roots, and the old man laughed and cried, looking at his son.Sometimes the sun shines half a day. Sometimes I sing half a song.Even in a storm the old tree and the old hill never are parted.In the silence leaves fall and I can’t hear the old brook’s secret.Myself, one part of the whole, and then, myself, one whole part.A chill from the window. The gong sounds— ending and beginning. Seeking satori, I become a pine tree.