Esther Theiler
Since she was seventeen she has been attracted to Japanese
poetry. It offers intense aesthetic pleasure, melancholy, quick illumination,
exquisite and acute rendering of the world as perceived through the
senses, interwoven as a matter of course and with perfect simplicity
with the super-sensory world. For all these reasons and more she
returned again and again to those few collections of such verse as
she possesses. She has often felt moved by access to the hearts and
minds of these poets of the Manyoshu, the Kokinshu and onwards, and
wished to continue the conversation they began. She has written on
and off for the last 20 odd years, but in the last few years has
attempted a more serious study and practice of haiku and its related
forms. Her haiku has been published in paper wasp, World
Haiku Review, Famous Reporter, Yellow Moon and
others. In addition her short stories and essays have been published
in Tirra Lirra.
slow rain
a hundred blades of grass
twitch
it must be spring
blowfly
at the kitchen window
grass stalks tall
in the lowering sun
another wasted afternoon
shadows on the grass
grazing,
moving on
even the rocks
seem saturated
everywhere the drip of water
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