10 verses avant Basant [quasi-haiku]
(i)
spring seems this morning
more tenuous than rumor
vague a mere inkling
(ii)
gray skies in daylight
coldness throughout night's coma
vernal faith runs thin
(iii)
somebody noticed
small green shoots of day-lilies!
basant you rascal
(iv)
ten million years!
you've come here often enough
I sit dubious
(v)
why not one letter?
a few received your flowers
basant forgets me
(vi)
you stumble around
knowing how much we love you
sleeping far too late
(vii)
your winter absence
seemed a thing to tolerate
impatience blooms here
(viii)
if I speak to you
in this cold february
-- okay! forget it!
(ix)
basant (now too shy
to just rumble into town)
sends a few feelers
(x)
how the twigs listen!
all the trees grow attentive
-- everything looks still
avant Basant : in advance of springtime
spring seems this morning
more tenuous than rumor
vague a mere inkling
(ii)
gray skies in daylight
coldness throughout night's coma
vernal faith runs thin
(iii)
somebody noticed
small green shoots of day-lilies!
basant you rascal
(iv)
ten million years!
you've come here often enough
I sit dubious
(v)
why not one letter?
a few received your flowers
basant forgets me
(vi)
you stumble around
knowing how much we love you
sleeping far too late
(vii)
your winter absence
seemed a thing to tolerate
impatience blooms here
(viii)
if I speak to you
in this cold february
-- okay! forget it!
(ix)
basant (now too shy
to just rumble into town)
sends a few feelers
(x)
how the twigs listen!
all the trees grow attentive
-- everything looks still
avant Basant : in advance of springtime
posted by david raphael israel at 7:54 AM
2 Comments:
Oh, spring's here already?!
Seriously, tho', rather good. I always say: Too difficult to write new things about the seasons; but no harm trying! :)
ah but River, the verses are [in a show of trilingualist chutzpah, considering I know neither French nor Hindi] avant [french: in advance of] Basant [hindi: springtime; personified in the verses]. If one can't write new things about the seasons, perhaps one can't write new things about anything! But seriously I'm growing weary of the winter; so thoughts turn springward (even if with some rue at distances yet to be covered).
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