Jul 07 2015
I periodically receive poetry books in the mail. That is always a treat — a package with someone’s thoughts and insights, observations and feelings, their art and aspirations.
Of course, the authors and publishers who send these books are naturally hoping that I will prominently feature their books on the Poetry Chaikhana. Often these books contain truly excellent poetry, but because the focus of the Poetry Chaikhana is fairly specific, even truly great poetry is not always the right fit. Other times, the book and its poetry are just right for the Poetry Chaikhana, but I may not be able to add them for quite a while.
I would like to acknowledge all of the wonderful books I receive, however. I know from my own experience as a publisher each book sent out represents a hope for some sort of connection or in the hopes of reaching a wider audience. And there is a certain expense involved with sending out each book.
Whether or not I eventually feature selections from these books, I want to thank the authors and publishers who have sent their cherished works, I am listing several books received in the last few months. This is a partial selection. I will acknowledge more books that have been received soon…
The Moon Over Tagoto: Selected Haiku of Buson
New Versions in English, Irish and Scots
By Gabriel Rosenstock & John McDonald
Gabriel Rosenstock’s poetry and translations have been a long-time favorite on the Poetry Chaikhana. It’s a treat to read through an entire book of his translations of the great haiku master Buson.
a monk about to cut it –
between two minds
manach ar tí í a stoitheadh –
idir dhá aigne
a monk about tae sned it –
atween twa minds
The Happiness of Is: Poems of Wonder – Pictures of Delight
By Günter Saure
This is one to appreciate as much for the photographs as for the poetry.
much to my surprise
The Next True Story of My Life: Poems
By Lois Holub
Old woman is dreaming
while spiders mend and wait,
while moonlight moves from the top of the cedar
to the forest floor.
A faint reflection of stars resting in her hair
And the night curled in her hands,
Old Woman dreams of snow and of snow melting
on her tongue,
of laughter on the riverbank and the smell of the sun.
She dreams of her mother’s voice.
Old Woman is dreaming of her lovers,
of the white limbs of the cottonwood against the sky.
She dreams across valleys
and over the dark rise of mountains.
She is teacher, poet, healer
singer, storyteller, gift giver.
She is a river of tears.
She is laughter in the belly.
She lights the fire
and she puts the fire out.
She sleeps in the ashes and embers and flames
and rises dream-tempered,
warm to the touch.
Plain Living, Happy Singing: Haiku Scenes
By Toshi Ida
She peels an apple.
He gazes at her hands –
The retired couple.
Three books by the Hailstone Haiku Circle:
Seasons of the Gods: Haiku Poems
Hugging the cedar
I put my ear to it:
Meltdown: An Anthology of Haiku Z to A
A rich collection organized alphabetically by subject, from “zone” to “apology.”
At summer’s close,
scarecrows awarded medals
Lost Heian: A Japan-in-Asia Haiku Gathering
Sprinting through the words
of the open dictionary –
a tiny spider