The Return


Under a willow
Reading till a sudden breeze
Turns over the page

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 6, 2017, in Haiku and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. This reminds me, not in its shortness, but in the cleverness of its language, of Pasternak’s poetry, Ben Naga. The natural world becomes almost sententiously alive as the sudden breeze turns over a page. Wonderful.

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    • Thank you for the compliment, Tom. While reading we live temporarily in two world. Here one recalls us to the one we are forgetting. Allegorically of course no book is required. 🙂


  2. I think that’s happened to me. A brilliant haiku to capture such a moment!

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  3. It’s happened to me also. One of those moments!

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