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Frogpond 34.3 • Autumn 2011 (pdf) - Haiku Society of America

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Juxtaposing the religious significance <strong>of</strong> the time <strong>of</strong> year during<br />

which the eggs hatched allows readers entry into the haiku and<br />

my emotion. With revision, the two parts <strong>of</strong> the haiku complement<br />

each other, together reinforcing the sense <strong>of</strong> a time for<br />

inner reflection and new beginnings.<br />

Yom Kippur<br />

the corn snake’s eggs<br />

begin to hatch<br />

I learned how to read the haiku <strong>of</strong> others, to move beyond the<br />

surface imagery, to go deeper and find my own interpretations,<br />

drawing from my accumulative knowledge and life experiences.<br />

Timothy Russell’s haiku parsings taught me how to spot the<br />

illusion <strong>of</strong> drama where none actually exists at the haiku’s<br />

core—such as the artificiality <strong>of</strong>ten created by the popular<br />

use <strong>of</strong> inverted syntax. His work confirmed for me the value<br />

<strong>of</strong> effective juxtaposition and taught me how to recognize its<br />

presence—or absence. With Tim’s brilliant and addictive dissections<br />

at my fingertips, I began to understand which <strong>of</strong> my<br />

haiku lacked clarity or were incomplete or one-dimensional. I<br />

was eager to take them apart and rebuild them. For example,<br />

reached maturity as<br />

in a blue sky<br />

the soaring hawk<br />

stretches its circle<br />

winter solstice<br />

the circling hawk<br />

widens its range<br />

During the late Nineties and at the beginning <strong>of</strong> the new millennium,<br />

Elizabeth St. Jacques taught me that there is something to be learned,<br />

some morsel <strong>of</strong> insight in every sincerely expressed haiku, no matter<br />

a poem’s perceived weakness or roughness. From her example,<br />

I learned the value <strong>of</strong> humility, a sense <strong>of</strong> humor, and an open mind<br />

when given the privilege <strong>of</strong> appraising another poet’s work. Elizabeth’s<br />

selfless, joyous presence in my life, perhaps more than anything<br />

else, helped shape the teacher and editor that I would become. By<br />

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