How do you wile away your time in medical waiting rooms? This
morning, I was lucky enough to remember to bring the newest edition
here in Upstate New York. While I work up a hospital-gown senryu
all of you impatient for your f/k/a haiku fix:
of the old man’s
a couch potato
pumps his fist
a long walk
with an old friend
afterwords (5 PM): I just discovered a small cache of tiny poems by
George reproduces a half dozen examples “of imagism or semi-haiku,”
that had been published in the January 1920 issue of the Yale
Review. They appear in a brand new American Poet’s Project
volume of Wharton’s poetry. Here are two of her short pieces:
My little dog:
At my feet.
. . .
The silence of midnight,
A dying fire,
And the best unsaid. . . .
p.s. George, Now that you’ve met him, would you say
first snow this year —
strangers in hospital gowns
[Oct. 25, 2005]
– speaking of old men, betting, psyched fans, etc.,
our baseball haiku page is always in season, and
especially during the World Series.