Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Here it is our "weekend-meditation". This week I have a nice episode of our special feature in honor of Jane Reichhold (1937-2016), Universal Jane.
As you all know Jane was not only a great haiku and tanka poet, and a great renga master, but she also wrote several books and essays about haiku, tanka and other Japanese poetry forms. This week I love to inspire you with a poetry form I had never heard of until recently as I was preparing this new (weekend-edition) of Universal Jane. I didn't know that Jane wrote this poetry form herself too.
This month at CDHK we are exploring the Persian poets like Rumi and their poetry form they use often is called Ghazal. I found a nice article about this poetry form and so I leaned that Jane wrote Ghazal herself.
But he has bought grief’s lottery, bought even the rain.
Anyone! “when we thought / the poets taught” even the rain?
And as we forgot the dark, we forgot even the rain.
For mixers, my love, you’d poured--what?--even the rain.
Extract Vermouth from the bergamot, even the rain.
He held just one thing back till he got even: the rain.
You swear by the Bible, Despot, even the rain?
The lost river, ashes from the ghat, even the rain.
A salt pillar for the lonely lot, even the rain.
to help burn down my house, Fire sought even the rain.
he would, to smooth his epic plot, even the rain.
New York belongs at daybreak to only me, just me--
to make this claim Memory’s brought even the rain.
No one has such small hands, Shahid, not even the rain.
© Agha Shahid Ali (1949-2001)
|Mountain view through the window (c) photo|
and on the esplanade the women softly glow
musical form as a disturbed state of mind
even though the invitation was open-ended
sung in a birch's domed goldness rushing upward
of life telling us anything so we can trust in some
that drifts away with the plenitude of holidays
afraid about the other you who's with me still
or the quiet metals of tin boxes and old silver spoons
or stare at the canal where stone houses cast down
their shoulders even ask for the circles of a yoke