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re:Virals 357

Welcome to re:Virals, The Haiku Foundation’s weekly commentary feature on some of the best contemporary haiku and senryu written in English. This week’s poem, proposed by Amanda White, was:

after rain
a blue sky
I don’t trust

— Robert Epstein
Frogpond 41:2 Spring/Summer 2018

Introducing this poem, Amanda writes:

A gem. This haiku has a hint of our British preoccupation with weather about it and yet also manages to evoke a wider human obsession with weather both literally and personally. But of course there is so much more to this haiku, its ability to focus on the human condition, the highs and lows of our mood, the inevitable change that will come from the blue sky good days. We are fragile souls in an unpredictable world that we have no control over.

Opening comment:

Once bitten, twice shy. From a whole sky narrowing down to one person, this plain, economical poem takes us from the seeming whims of weather to the human world where nothing can be taken for granted or on trust. Where I live, it’s either sunny periods with showers, or showers with sunny periods. People may divide into optimists or pessimists: I think pessimists have more delights since they can take comfort for being right when things go wrong; are more rarely disappointed when things turn out worse than they expected; and are inwardly pleased when surprisingly they turn out better. Optimists think their haiku are bound to be accepted by editors.

Blue has contrasting associations. It tops the polls as our favourite color. Blue skies and blue eyes are viewed as positive; but the blues are a sign of woe (blue as sad probably originates with Chaucer — “With teres blewe and with a wondyd herte” – Complaint of Mars, ca. 1385).

The verse is uncomplicated and effective. There is contrast, albeit removed in time, between images of rain and blue sky. There is a noticeable break after “rain” at the end of L1. Rain may occur in any season, so there’s no definitive seasonal anchor as it stands. As with last week’s example, we are told how the poet feels, but there is still space for the reader to arrive at meaning. This haiku won the $100 Museum of Haiku Literature Award for “the best previously unpublished work appearing in the last issue of Frogpond as selected by vote of the Haiku Society of America Executive Committee.”

Joshua Gage:

Highschool poetry classes teach us things like “If a poem changes how you feel or changes how you see something, it’s effective.” I think that’s true for haiku as well. This is, technically, a poorly crafted haiku–abstraction-dependent, limited imagery, no shift, etc.–and yet there’s a ominous mood that comes through, affecting the reader.

As the poem is presented, it reads as one sentence–“after rain, a blue sky I don’t trust.” There’s a subtle cause and effect here–the rain has caused the speaker not to trust the blue sky. An ominous feeling pervades, as though the speaker knows the respite from the storm is only temporary and that more rain will be on the way soon.

With that in mind, I think it’s possible to read this as more of a confessional poem, too:

after rain
a blue sky…
I don’t trust

or

after rain
a blue sky–
I don’t trust

If the reader gives the author a little grace here, and assumes that they’re familiar with the fragment/phrase theory, then it’s possible that this is using the clear sky after a rain storm as a metaphor for a cycle of abuse or something. After rain, the deceptively calm sky could be a metaphor for a deceptively calm person after a big fight or blowout.

Without punctuation to imply the kire, we’re left with an ambiguous poem that could simply be a cynical commentary or a deeper poem about emotional scars and mistrust. I’m not sure it’s the most effective use of this sort of ambiguity that I’ve ever read, but I do think it works. It’s subtle and soft, and weak in its craft, but the cynicism or pessimism in this poem do come through, emotionally affecting the reader, making this an effective poem.

Jennifer Gurney:

Epstein’s poem says a lot in three brief lines. This poem resonated deeply with me and speaks to a universal conundrum. How are we to heal from all of our recent “storms” and step into life, relishing the “blue skies” of today… without spending our energy bracing for the next “storm”? It is a tall order for us, for our society and for our world. Such a powerful message in just eight words. Good choice, Amanda.

Radhamani Sarma:

The color blue denotes love and intelligence, peace and independence, joy… “And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth’s green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.” (Rabindranath Tagore). The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time.” (Cynthia Kadohata, ‘Kira-Kira’).

In this straightforward senryu with a personalized depiction, writer Robert Epstein has some grievance: about what, let us see. It rained and what follows is a blue sky. Beautiful clear sky with invitatory charm. One can visualize the change. Metaphorically also, one can visualize, after quarrels, normalcy returns; but the poet has the apprehension that it may not last long. He has learned about the vagaries of weather, and the moods of life.

Lakshmi Iyer:

Beautiful!! “I don’t trust” has captured the essence of this poem. Robert Epstein is one of the poets whose poems speak the magnitude of vastness in very few syllables.

Blue sky is what we always look forward to, and we have hopes in that closeness of nature. But sometimes even those who are close misfire and that creates imbalance in relationships. After the rain, we always look forward to relief from the storm that has engulfed our peace and if still the blue sky doesn’t co-operate, that’s when our minds are burdened with too many criss-cross tense wires. And we are forced to say: I don’t trust!

Zooming out to zooming in. A minimalist poem that is crafted so well.

Amoolya Kamalnath:

Untrustworthy serene ‘blue sky’…. Why doesn’t the poet trust the sky after rain? I don’t remember having experienced showers with a blue sky above. Then what doesn’t he trust???

This made me look up about blue sky showers and I found a term called Serein (/sɪˈriːn/; French: [səʁɛ̃]) referring to rain falling from a cloudless sky. It was further explained that this sort of rain is said to take the form of a fine, light drizzle and typically occurs after dusk. The name has been derived from French serein, meaning “serene”, or “clear” (as in unclouded), it was further elaborated. (Wikipedia)

Still, I was not convinced, so I thought I’ll learn more about the poet and started referring to material. I found this piece, “I write wherever the haiku spirit moves me. I am often inspired to write while out walking in nature, which is why I bring along a small notebook and a small ball point pen. But, if I am working on a book of haiku, I might be jotting down poems from bed on post-its in the middle of the night.” Does this mean that my first guess was right that this poem was about nature?

Still unsatisfied, I read some more and found my answer.

Robert’s interest in Zen Buddhism and fondness for death awareness haiku made me now think in a very different angle. After a severe bout of sickness (rain), a period of betterment/normalcy (blue sky) appears after which, sometimes, unfortunately, the person suddenly deteriorates very much or passes away leaving the relatives in shock and agony. This could be why Robert Epstein doesn’t trust the blue sky after the rain having been witness to deaths of both his parents and some others.

“I have turned to haiku, again and again, as a means of expressing the inexpressible. Haiku (in conjunction with journal writing) has been the primary source for mourning profound losses in my life, especially my parents,” (‘Motherloss and Mourning Haiku,’ Modern Haiku, 49.3, 2017. See also Robert Epstein, ‘Free to Dance Forever: Mourning Haiku for My Mother,’ Middle Island Press, 2018 and ‘Days of Remembrance: Haiku in Honor of My Father,’ Middle Island Press, 2018) “and I have found a measure of peace and solace in using haiku as a way of coming to terms with my own mortality, writing what I call death awareness haiku.” (Robert Epstein, ‘Checkout Time is Noon: Death Awareness Haiku’ Wasteland Press, 2012; and ‘Checkout Time is Soon: More Death Awareness Haiku.’ Middle Island Press, 2018). “On a more mundane level, I rely on haiku –– or a hybrid mix of haiku and senryu –– as a way to give voice to the stresses and strains of everyday life, including chronic illness and pain as well as the vicissitudes of winter.” (Robert Epstein, ‘Healing into Haiku: On Illness and Pain.’ Middle Island Press, 2018. Also ‘Reckoning with Winter: A Haiku Hailstorm.’ Middle Island Press, 2019). From The Transcendent Function of Haiku, New Zealand Poetry Society (poetrysociety.org.nz)

“On a more personal level, I have said on more than one occasion that haiku saved my life: psychologically, emotionally, spiritually. Having developed chronic health problems twenty years ago, I turned to haiku as a way of giving expression to my grief over multiple losses while still remaining creatively engaged. My life circumstances may have been circumscribed by pain and illness, but haiku preserved and elevated my spirit and for this I am eternally grateful. Sharing the haiku I have written about grief and loss, illness and pain, has counteracted loneliness and isolation.” (The Haiku Foundation: New to Haiku: Advice for Beginners – Robert Epstein).

He’s a psychotherapist and he happened to develop certain chronic health problems. Haiku helped to root him in the present moment, he says. (Sheila Bender’s ‘Writing it Real Special Edition: Haiku Poets Focus on What Matters Most: An Interview with Robert Epstein‘)

So now as I am writing this, I’m wondering aloud if this ku was written due to his health condition (rain) which probably looked like it was getting better (blue sky) but then there may have occurred a relapse or that it remained a chronic condition, he doesn’t trust the normalcy in between. We come to yet another oft quoted statement that the only thing constant is change and that nothing is permanent, and hence there is always the element of uncertainty.

Melanie Alberts — a haiku that’s not too enigmatic:

My son and I were discussing haiku when he complained that some poems were too enigmatic. I then read him this senryu by Robert Epstein and he smiled. “I like that,” he said. I agreed; bringing up the weather is a universal topic of conversation and, unless you’re a farmer, begrudging the rain is something we can all commiserate about.

However, the focus here is not on the weather but the jaded emotion of the last line. Enduring a spell of rocky weather certainly can keep us on our toes, but is there something more at stake? I feel a sense of immediacy, that the “blue sky” is only teasing us temporarily, and we cannot trust it to remain clear for our day’s plans. Let’s get things done while we still can!

Not trusting the sky presents a striking contrast because blue symbolizes trust. The daytime sky is perpetually blue above the clouds, often likened to the uncluttered, primordial state of our minds. But we forget this, and are preoccupied by the temporary clouds that are blown this way and that way, never completely taken out of the picture.

So when the rains cease, and we view a brilliantly blue expanse above us, deep inside we may think, “This can’t be, it’s too good to be true!” and strain to see if there is in fact a cloud in sight. This poem reminds us instead to slow down, trust the calm, and enjoy the uncluttered moments of our lives.

Author Robert Epstein comments:

I am a lifelong iconoclast and incline not toward what is politically correct but to what is true. In California, it is impermissible to say anything critical of the rain, especially when there has been so much drought. I often hear friends, therapy clients and strangers say, “Well, we need the rain,” each repeating the same phrase as if quoting a memorized passage in the Bible.

I have long felt ambivalent toward precipitation of any kind, including mist, drizzle, showers, slanted rain and torrential storms. As much as I may want to be neutral or indifferent, I much prefer sunshine to rain, which is why I love the summer when we don’t typically see a drop of rain for months on end.

I don’t exactly recall when this poem was written but I want to say late winter, maybe February. I believe it was early afternoon when, to my surprise, the sky cleared and the sun came out. Ordinarily, when it does rain, it rains all day and one has little or no chance of encountering the sun until the following day, at least. But, on this day, the sun did appear and I was skeptical, mistrustful. I so dislike the rain I was sure it would start again, and my longed-for walk would be marred by getting drenched. Still, I dared to go out for a walk anyway. . . but with a small, brown umbrella under my arm.

With all the foregoing being said, could I have had some conflicted feelings with a woman in my life that I projected onto the sky as my means of coping? Either way, there is an edginess (and a highly compact version, at that) to the poem which I find appealing.

Thank you very much for including this poem in re:Virals.


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Footnote:

I thought that Amoolya’s contextual research was impressive. Joshua’s comments prompted thought. Melanie’s son fingered a simple but critical issue that must be common to many readers, perhaps not so devoted to the craft, who find some haiku arcane. Getting a balance between banality and a too-conspicuous-striving for insight or mystery isn’t easy. Obscurity or juxtapositions that are too contrived can put readers off bothering with them. Haiku are for sharing… mostly we ‘feel’ a good one when we see it. And I suggest that it’s not primarily because of craft ‘rules’ and labels that such ku appeal to a wider readership.

Just after I’d written this, Melanie came up with next week’s verse…

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In comments last week Lorin Ford focused on sentence-like verses, cuts (and the absence thereof) and turns, and wondered about precedents in the tradition. With no pretensions to being a Japanese linguist, thus relying on the translations of others, plus the romaji and the Jisho dictionary, I offer for contemplation the following sentence-like haiku:

nure-ashi de suzume no ariku rōka kana
wet-feet of sparrow along (trickles?)hops verandah/porch/ingle (kana)
— Shiki

with wet feet the sparrow hops along the verandah.

Or: (Blyth)
The sparrow hops
Along the verandah
With wet feet

I take the “no” in the romaji here to be a particle indicating direction.

The cut if any seems to be at the end, unless a Japanese linguist can point one out.

Who’s to tell Shiki this isn’t a haiku?! Well, there’s some bold discussion by Chen-ou: http://neverendingstoryhaikutanka.blogspot.com/2013/10/to-lighthouse-model-for-all-haiku.html
(which article also, incidentally, quotes another of Kerouac’s haiku that seems to me to show a definite influence of the Shiki one)

Then there’s Issa:

kimi nakute makoto ni tada no kodachi kana
you (friend) without(indispensable) truth as merely but grove (kana)

without you —
the grove
is just a grove
(tr. Lanoue)
Has Lanoue decided to insert a cut of his own, — , in the sentence “without you the grove is just a grove”? Which reading would be essentially the same if written “the grove’s just a grove without you” or “without you it’s really just a grove.” Or does it break at “ni”? “without you the truth — it’s just a grove”.

Basho:

aki ki ni keri mimi o tazune te makura no kaze
autumn spirit/mood/air arrived ! ear visit pillow of wind
autumn has come / visiting my ear on / a pillow of wind (tr. Jane Reichhold)
The cut is the exclamatory “keri” but consider how it reads without it as rendered by Reichold.

Buson:

inoshishi no tsuyu ori kakete ominaeshi
wild boar dew weave puts on golden lace

The wild boar
snaps the dew off
golden lace
(tr. Persinger)

Do you see a cut in this? I’ve read that Basho said any mora can be used as a cut, but I can’t quote an academic reference.

And in present-day ELH, where we don’t have the issues created by translations, one of my favourites by John Stevenson who has several one-sentence haiku:

a bit of birdsong
before we start
our engines
Upstate Dim Sum – 2002/2, later the anthology My Red, 2021.
Consider how the simple linebreaks modify the reading as compared with a single line.

Keen to learn, I’d welcome education/discussion particularly from those better qualified than I. But please, be gentle with me.

This Post Has 28 Comments

  1. Dear Melanie,
    As a beginner, I agree with your son that some haikus/poems are too enigmatic to decipher.
    I particularly like this observation from your commentary. “The daytime sky is perpetually blue above the clouds, often likened to the uncluttered, primordial state of our minds.”

  2. “. . . there is an edginess (and a highly compact version, at that) to the poem which I find appealing.” Robert Epstein (author)
    .
    Doesn’t anyone apart from me find humour in it? The humour of recognizing a particular personality trait.

  3. after rain
    a blue sky
    I don’t trust

    Robert Epstein
    Frogpond 41:2 Spring/Summer 2018

    This haiku by Robert Epstein speaks volumes to me. I don’t want to go into the technical aspects of this haiku because I am not the best analyst in this field. I’d rather focus on the meaning of this haiku.
    I feel I should have written this poem myself and I blame myself for not writing it. Why? Maybe because I feel that this poem can define who I am: a wannabe realist trying to deal with its own pessimistic nature. And then I wonder about haiku writers. What have we in common? Is there a psychological profile that would define us?
    After the catastrophe, better days will come… and what is next?
    “a blue sky I don’t trust” might be regarded as quite an anti-zen phrase. The blue sky is blue and that is what is important. Enjoy it! Don’t think of the future. The only moment that matters or even exist is the present moment that we so often cherish while writing haiku. So, in this regard, this verse is far away from Basho’s frog and the tradition or the princple of not putting the ego in the poem.

    But I am sorry, I am a westerner and as one, I have all that culture with me.
    I think this poem talks about the inner conflict in us. Trying to write haiku in a zen manner while being foreign to the original culture.
    I have my flaws and I shall accept them too, and this poem makes me feel very close to the person who wrote it. This feeling of universality is one that I would like to achieve in my writing.

    1. Dear Sebastien and Keith,
      Yes, the poem is quite anti-zen, looking at it that way, Sebastien.

      I am perhaps an optimist sometimes, and so I’d still trust that blue sky and thus might get disappointed.

      So I actually enjoyed Keith’s words from his opening comment about the benefits of being a pessimist and quite agree with it 😉

  4. Bravo Melanie.
    Thank you very much Amoolya for the time you spent on your research and your enlightening commentary. I missed the deadline but I will share my commentary anyway in another reply.

    1. Thank you Sebastien for your appreciation! Yes, I had been looking forward to reading your commentary.

  5. This haiku echoes endless proverbs that remind us that change is the only constant. Which is to say that the rain is the rain and blue sky is the blue sky, neither of which have anything to do with trust, which is exclusively human. When we map trust over natural phenomena, we will fail. (As Mark Twain once supposedly said, “Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.”) This haiku centers on the “I” of that experience. Are we to read it sarcastically or as a practical warning against ego-centrism? I don’t know, maybe both.

    1. But Matt, aren’t we here mapping the accumulated associations of “rain” and “blue sky” rather than the raw phenomena themselves?

      1. Keith
        Of course. “Blues skies” is an optimistic state of being in our culture, just as “stormy weather” is pessimistic. The poem calls into question our ability to maintain equanimity in the face of things – like weather – that we can’t control. “blue sky” maps onto personal optimism, which the speaker doesn’t trust. Is this lack of trust ironic or an attempt to surrender the ego? Either way, it’s intriguing.

    2. ‘High Talk’, by W.B. Yeats (in his ‘Last Poems’ & when Ezra Pound was his secretary & they both were interested in Japanese plays.)
      from:
      “Malachi Stilt-Jack am I, whatever I learned has run wild . . . ”
      to
      ” All metaphor, Malachi, stilts and all . . . ”
      .
      “Are we to read it sarcastically or as a practical warning against ego-centrism? I don’t know, maybe both.” – Matt
      .
      Maybe neither?

  6. . . . and now I’ve found, in my copy of Lee Gurga’s ‘Haiku: A Poet’s Guide’, pp 78-79, his words on the kind of haiku that works with a ‘pivot’ line:
    .
    ” ‘Pivot Words’
    . . . the Japanese device of kake kotoba (pivot word) or, more commonly in American haiku, the pivot or swing line. This is a word or phrase that combines with the foregoing text in one way and with the following text in another. . . ”

    One of the examples he quotes is by Peggy Willis Lyles:

    lost kite
    rising in the cloudless sky
    a child’s cry
    .
    Robert Epstein’s ‘blue sky’ haiku is a successful example of the ‘pivot line’ method.

    1. “lost kite
      rising in the cloudless sky
      a child’s cry”

      Love the end-rhyme too
      in Peggy Willis Lyle’s haiku

    2. I think the issue here is that the meaning doesn’t change between the two parts, so the idea of this as a pivot line weakens the poem.

      after rain
      a blue sky

      and

      a blue sky
      I don’t trust

      aren’t disparate enough for there to be a pivot (which implies a shift or change of direction).

      Peggy’s is an excellent example because

      lost kite
      rising in the cloudless sky

      AND

      rising in the cloudless sky
      a child’s cry

      are radically different, and the reader is shifted from one image to another. I the Epstein poem here, there’s not enough of a shift, but mere commentary.

      1. “… the meaning doesn’t change between the two parts…” – Joshua

        In my view, the meaning (and more interestingly, the mood) does change, Joshua. Surely meaning is coloured by the mood? Ls 1 & 2 show one mood, an opening out, but Ls 2 and 3 show another.

        Peggy’s poem also uses the pivot or turn very well. There are two concrete images, one on each side of the pivot line, one of sight the next of sound. Robert’s , I would argue, is certainly not “mere commentary”. It’s actually an example of a more subtle pivot or turn because instead of showing change of view through the senses ( things we can see and things we can hear) it shows change of mood.

        1. I don’t see a shift in mood at all. L1 sets up the scene, L2 creates a narrative, L3 comments upon it. The cynicism of the speaker is present throughout, and the last line reads like mere commentary on the weather that’s already happening. There’s no shift to another image to ground the reader or alter their perspective. There has to be a shift or shift in perspective, and there simply isn’t in this poem as opposed to the Lyles.

  7. after rain
    a blue sky
    I don’t trust

    — Robert Epstein
    Frogpond 41:2 Spring/Summer 2018
    .
    I liked this haiku then and I like it now. (I don’t have even simple Japanese, so can’t compare or comment in that direction.) It is simply done, clear, and elegant rather than posturing or ‘clever/ crazy/ absurd/ impossible’ (which seems to be creeping in to popularity these days)
    .
    We are taught that a defining thing about haiku is that it has a cut., but that cut ( shown by a cutting word in Japanese haiku) can (we’re told) appear at the end of the haiku. There is no equivalent that I know of in EL haiku. There is also the technique of ‘kakekotoba’, which has been translated as ‘pivot/ pivot word/ pivot line’ and that has been used in EL haiku.
    .
    I can read this haiku by Robert Epstein as having a middle line ‘pivot’: “a blue sky”. How welcome is a blue sky after rain, how welcome the sunshine (and I write this from a Melbourne winter… we have such a sky this morning). But how long can we trust this blue sky to last? The weather bureau says “possible showers”.
    .
    That’s the literal, but “Blue skies” has also been a metaphor for everything going well … consider the Ella Fitzgerald song: ” Blue skies/Smiling at me/ Nothing but blue skies/Do I see .” The happy optimism of it seems like a fairy tale when compared to the mood of Robert Epstein’s more balanced “blue sky/I don’t trust”
    .
    (As for Shiki’s sparrow with wet feet, I’ve read the more complex interpretations long ago and they seem probable. But the more simple thing that I liked was that we first just see a sparrow hopping along the wooden floor (of the balcony, hall or whatever). It’s only after that sparrow passes the viewer that we know the bird has wet feet because it must’ve left wet footprints on the floor. Shiki allows the reader to infer and see, in mind, those sparrow footprints.)
    .
    Perhaps the ‘pivot line’ is a kind of ‘turn’, since we turn from the initial implication and mood of “after rain a blue sky” to a different, more realistic attitude?

    1. Yes, I could see the pivot technique (wildly popular some years ago, still with a more measured role to play) as the equivalent of a ‘turn’ in longer poem forms.
      On Shiki’s and some other examples, the cut comes at the end, and the juxtaposition is supplied by the reader. An equivalent in English would be the ending ellipsis, probably.

      The one of John Stevenson’s that we had recently:
      in the beginning
      he was just pretending
      to sound grumpy
      has (for me at least) an implied cut at the end, although it is not signified in any way. The reader is invited to supply the rest, and imagine a suitable juxtaposition of their own, with the implied present tense of:
      “… but now…”

      I am interested in these techniques within the genre.

  8. Thanks Keith and to all of the contributors, I am enjoying and learning a lot with each weekly re:Virals.

  9. Commentary just received via the submission form from Chad Henry (deadline was Tuesday):

    “Yet another piece that’s self-referential. It’s certainly economical, but with a subject as vast as the sky and the weather, surely there are dozens of fragments (even with the scary heat wave) that could improve the piece beyond the scope of one cynical haikuin.”

    1. I agree with your view that this poem is self-referential and that there are probably many more haiku that express this theme in a more sophisticated and profound way. However, not every haiku is deeply profound or perfectly formed. Sometimes they are simple expressions of an interaction between nature and human emotions, as in this one. It is simple and straightforward with a gentle touch of melancholy. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar (😉) and a haiku can be enjoyed at face value. For a much more complex poem check out the offering for next week’s commentary. There is room in our world for both.

  10. Dear Melanie Alberts —
    Congratulations.
    After your detailed analysis, the following remarks so interesting:

    “So when the rains cease, and we view a brilliantly blue expanse above us, deep inside we may think, “This can’t be, it’s too good to be true!” and strain to see if there is in fact a cloud in sight. This poem reminds us instead to slow down, trust the calm, and enjoy the uncluttered moments of our lives.”

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