Haibun
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
As I stroll along the banks of the Waikanae River, it becomes clear to me that the making of a poem is also the process of translating a pre-verbal phenomenon into an idiom that changes one's perception both of the phenomenon and of the language used to evoke it. Patterning words into poems has become for me an act of language-making that strains towards the unique utterance of what has hitherto been outside the apparent purview of language.
a mosquito
what is
not yet
not yet
leaps
the length
the length
pierces
my heart
my heart
of our
caresses
caresses
with
its absence
its absence