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Found haiku 2

Two haiku peeking out (two voices speaking out?) from between the lines of Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 12” and “Sonnet 5″…  :- )


Reading Between the Lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet No. 12: Elizabethan Haiku Nos. 12a & 12b

 

behold the lofty trees

which canopy the herd!

summer’s green

 

trees barren of leaves

and sheaves borne on the bier . . .

Time’s scythe

 

 When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o’er with white:
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
Then of thy beauty do I question make
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow,
And nothing ’gainst Time’s scythe can make defense
Save breed to brave him, when he takes thee hence.


Reading Between the Lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet No. 5: Elizabethan Haiku Nos. 5c & 5d

 

never-resting time . . .

summer’s flowers

with winter meet

 

o’er-snowed . . .

summer’s flowers

lease but their show

 

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness everywhere:
Then were not summer’s distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Lease but their show, their substance still lives sweet.

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Found haiku 1

Haiku is everywhere, just waiting to be discovered! Among the several I’ve recently “found”, here are two: one in a stack of books and one in a Shakespearean sonnet.

Haiku hiding in plain sight. Who would’ve figured? :- D


Book Spine Haiku No. 1

winter morning walks

beneath gray skies

the uncommon appeal of clouds

 

Book Spine Haiku 1

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Reading Between the Lines of Shakespeare’s Sonnet No. 2: Elizabethan Haiku No. 2

winter in thy field . . .

a tattered weed

where days were once warm

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse’
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

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