Welcome to re:Virals, The Haiku Foundation’s weekly poem commentary feature on some of the finest haiku ever written in English. This week’s poem was
‘will this be one of the days i remember?’ and grass — Chris Gordon, A NEW RESONANCE: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (1999)
Nancy Rapp looks forward:
I hope you know how much I look forward to learning from the comments in re:Virals and being introduced to many haiku I’m not familiar with. That said, this one seems as stripped down and basic as a haiku can get. Haiku leads me to be mindful of the simple, ordinary beauty in every moment. Then crafting haiku from the experience creates many connections for remembering and enjoying the moment again and again. All I need is the grass and seeing it again for the first time.
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dusk the girl we didn't like with fireflies in her hair — Harriot West, Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years
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‘will this be one of the days i remember?’ and grass
— Chris Gordon, A NEW RESONANCE: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (1999)
A surprise, for me. Now I will try to find more of Chris Gordon’s haiku.
How “and grass” expands the field of the question. There is a poignancy in the question. The days pass. A time comes in our lives when we dwell on (or in) memories and recall our summers. The poet may be leaving a grassy region to live elsewhere, in a city. Or not. The grassy field might be turned into a new suburb in the future. Or not. Right now, grass seems to stretch out around. One day we’ll be lying beneath it. What makes a day memorable?
Lorin, this is Chris’ blog: https://antantantantant.com/
Chris is one of my favourite poets
Thank you, Michael. I’d heard of ant ant etc. but never actually found it!
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