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
chill wind - the heart of an oak leaves the chimney — Robert Bauer (1953-2012) The Heron's Nest, Volume VIII, Number 1 (March 2006)
Rodica Ștefan finds a bleak scene:
It is late autumn or straight winter. The shivery wind keeps the poet inside his home.
Away from the bitter weather, he warms himself up in front of the fireplace. The solid oak logs are burning briskly. The smoke is rising through the chimney, vanishing into the wind.
After a while, nothing will be left – only the ashes. This is not just a fire. It is the pyre of the oak. And the poet’s heart aches.
Peggy Bilbro fills in the story:
If you have ever read the lovely children’s book, “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein, you will immediately find the heart of this poem. The first line tells us we are in a cold and unfriendly winter, perhaps in the midst of a long, dark, snowy night. But there is a warm and welcoming fire crackling in the chimney, warming us and the room we are sheltered in, thanks to the firewood from the venerable old oak that grew with us, sheltered us and anchored our lives. The tree was old, perhaps past its natural age with broken branches or a hollow core. Perhaps it was felled in a storm, perhaps it was taken down to make room for a garden, or the neighbor’s house. Whatever the reason, our oak stands no more. The oak that has given us so much of itself is now making the final sacrifice sending its heart out into the chill wind after providing us with life-giving warmth. Truly, it was a Giving Tree. What a beautiful gesture of love. What a beautiful poem of recognition. I know that I have filled this brief ten-word haiku with my own personal story that another reader might not see. But isn’t that one of the purposes of haiku, to open each reader to the power of words and to fill the spaces with his own ideas and images? Thank you to Robert Bauer for opening my heart, and thank you, Cezar-Florin Ciobîcă, for sharing this masterful haiku.
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between knowing and unknowing snow — Michele Root-Bernstein, Frogpond, Volume 32:1 (2009)
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Enjoyed your take on the poem very much, Peggy. The Giving Tree has always been a favorite of mine.
Smoke from the oak. The chilly day not so chilly thanks to the log, either from a tree long dead (best choice) or a tree taken down for fire wood (not so good). The ku has a nice cozy feeling of earlier times, when a wood fire was not such a concern for air pollution.
chill wind –
the heart of an oak
leaves the chimney
— Robert Bauer (1953-2012) The Heron’s Nest, Volume VIII, Number 1 (2006)
Delighted to comment upon the haiku by Robert Bauer, one write very much dear to his heart. The essence of the write is how climate impacts upon oak tree. In two-dimensional approach, this write commands wider appeal and our interest.
As we all aware, chillness is one crucial factor affecting all aspects of our lives; Chill ( cold ) look, chill water, chill temperature and chill wind have an impact not salient but affecting in a way highly unpleasant. Not for nothing, the ancient bard has said, “ chill penury froze the genial current of the age”. Literally speaking, poet opines, how cold wind affects leaves, to the point of desiccation, acorns as well.
The first line, “chill wind”- where does it lead to ? as the chill wind blows, aridity or parchment strikes; second line leading on to third line,
“ the heart of an oak/ leaves the chimney/. Unable to bear piecing chill, kernel of oak nut leaves its conduit, which implies, desiccation has started and heart or life source or breath of sustenance -slowly leaving oak tree or leaves taking in its totality;
Symbolically construing, oak stands for strength, endurance, nobility. Poet might have imagined a strong person of unshakable faith and honor, (an oak) visibly shaken to roots, by (chill wind – synonymous here, adverse circumstances) longevity cut short – heart represented by kernel or heart .Viewed both literally and metaphorically, oak symbol predominates and enhances tempo of the content.
Dear Peggy Billbrow,
Reading through your analysis,
the following lines are quite interesting. how much oak can do in our lives, day to day ” venerable”
“But there is a warm and welcoming fire crackling in the chimney,
warming us and the room we are sheltered in, thanks to the firewood from the venerable old oak that grew with us, sheltered us and anchored our lives.
Thank you, dear Peggy, for your kind words!
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