[990] Sea Calm
Guest poem sent in by David Wright <David.Wright@>
I am so enjoying this time at the sea shore. The Lotos-Eaters was
wonderful. Here's a little palate-cleanser:
How still,
How strangely still
The water is today,
It is not good
For water
To be so still that way.
-- Langston Hughes
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Terse in the extreme, yet resonant, these short poems of Hughes intrigue me.
Neither Haiku or Imagist, nor Epigrammatic like Pope or Porchia. But
sharing in both the unspoken quality of the Imagism - the implicit mood, the
feeling of watching, brooding; words that just hint at the scene they
describe - and the effective, almost talismanic brevity and symbolic
implications of Epigram - a poem like a small stone to be carried in the
pocket. And finally, a poem that might have been penned by a child, and
been no less striking for that.
Here are a couple more, one many of us know from school, and another
we may not have encountered due to its subject:
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There's nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began,--
I loved my friend.
'Suicide's Note'
The calm
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.
By way of contrast, here is haiku poet Issa looking at the sea:
looking at the mountain
looking at the sea...
autumn evening
oh purple clouds
when will I mount you?
western sea
(a very Western haiku, if you ask me)
watching the sea
sitting on the lawn...
roasted mushrooms
my dead mother--
every time I see the ocean
every time...
Hamamatsu beach--
helping out the cicadas
singing waves
and then, I can't resist, thanks, Issa, for these, apropos of nothing...
ain't a devil
ain't a saint...
just a sea slug
hey boatman
no pissing on the moon
in the waves!
David
Links:
We've run one of Hughes' poems before, the famous "The Negro Speaks of
Rivers", Poem #410 (Biography attached)
Issa has, surprisingly, not featured on Minstrels, though Basho and Buson
both have. Here's a page with some resources on the poet and his works:
http://www.threeweb.ad.jp/logos/ainet/issa.html