All Poems
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White blossoms of the pear
© Yosa Buson
White blossoms of the pear
and a woman in moonlight
reading a letter.
Variations on 'The short night
© Yosa Buson
Below are eleven Buson haiku
beginning with the phrase
'The short night--'
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow
© Carlos Barbarito
Behind, perhaps, let the sea blow.
Let some word blow
outside every destination of slime, rust.
Perhaps ointments from Avicenna,
To Marianne Moore
© Carlos Barbarito
If the idea of immortality is excluded,
there remains dust,
grass,
water that forms puddles,
Nothing grows except the grass
© Carlos Barbarito
Nothing grows except the grass.
Nothing leaps into sight except some stone
and what the stone contains and protects.
Here, far from the beach,
It does not matter in what language one writes
© Carlos Barbarito
It does not matter in what language one writes.
All language is foreign, incomprehensible.
Every word, as soon as pronounced,
flees far away, where nothing or nobody can reach it.
Françoise And The Fruit Farmer
© James A. Emanuel
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her
Françoise in her summer slacks
turning to him, coming back
to feel the swelling plums,
False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood
© James A. Emanuel
Their craft and strength I test
and mine
at the chopping block.
John Coltrane
© James A. Emanuel
"Love Supreme," JA-A-Z train,
tops. prompt lightning-express, but
made ALL local stops.
Wishes, For Alix
© James A. Emanuel
Always searching, may you find;
if you run-down,
may you wind;
every year
Mahalia Jackson
© James A. Emanuel
« I sing the LORD'S songs »
(palms once tough to stay alive,
alarm clock on five).
Jazzanatomy
© James A. Emanuel
EVERYTHING is jazz:
snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females,
snow-white cotton bales.
Louis Armstrong And Duke Ellington
© James A. Emanuel
Satchmo's warm burlap,
Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics
make your love "Come here!"
