earthshine
earthshine
HAIKU BY CHUCK BRICKLEY
earthshine
earthshine
HAIKU BY CHUCK BRICKLEY
Now in its 5th printing!
“EARTHSHINE—Winner of the Touchstone Distinguished Books Award 2017; the HSA Merit Book Award, Honorable Mention 2017; and HAIKU CANADA’S inaugural Marianne Bluger Book Award 2020, Honourable Mention.”
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“In this stunning collection, Chuck Brickley transforms the ordinary into the magical, and casts the magical in a new light. For those who still do not ‘get’ haiku, let them open this book to any page.”
“Every poem is brilliant, and I do mean brilliant . . . [EARTHSHINE is] destined to be a classic.”
“If one is looking for a haiku model, one needn’t look further than EARTHSHINE.”
“[EARTHSHINE is] the most impressive single author haiku collection I’ve read in the English language. ”
“[EARTHSHINE] is a marvelous collection . . . full of surprises, discoveries, and significance of being alive. Brickley does an outstanding job presenting moments as . . . natural, real and emotionally provocative.”
“Chuck Brickley’s sensibility and heart are enriched by quietude. Broadly themed around nature and family, EARTHSHINE leaves an emotional space for the reader to occupy, the deceptive simplicity of phrasing deepening each haiku’s effect.”
“EARTHSHINE is a treasury of luminous delights! Han Shan and Basho read these poems in heaven.”
Winter Darkness
Every haiku I write is an answer to the question:
"What's an existentialist like you doing in a church like this?"
- cb
Winter Darkness
Every haiku I write is an answer to the question:
"What's an existentialist like you doing in a church like this?"
- cb
winter darkness
a car follows its lights
over the hill
Winter
Winter
forsythia
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?"
- William Blake
forsythia
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?"
- William Blake
forsythia
the widow's blinds
part slightly
widow
widow
Last Lilac
"If you will cling to Nature, to the simple in Nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiderable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you, not in your intellect, perhaps, which lags marveling behind, but in your inmost consciousness, waking and cognizance."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Last Lilac
"If you will cling to Nature, to the simple in Nature, to the little things that hardly anyone sees, and that can so unexpectedly become big and beyond measuring; if you have this love of inconsiderable things and seek quite simply, as one who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier, more coherent and somehow more conciliatory for you, not in your intellect, perhaps, which lags marveling behind, but in your inmost consciousness, waking and cognizance."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
last lilac
the bee's shadow slips
to a lower leaf
flagstone moss
a daddy-long-legs steps
from dewdrop to dewdrop
last
last
borges quote
"I have done my best . . . to write straightforward stories. I do not dare state that they are simple; there isn't anywhere on earth a single page or single word that is, since each thing implies the universe, whose most obvious trait is complexity."
- from preface to "Doctor Brodie's Report" by Jorge Luis Borges
borges quote
"I have done my best . . . to write straightforward stories. I do not dare state that they are simple; there isn't anywhere on earth a single page or single word that is, since each thing implies the universe, whose most obvious trait is complexity."
- from preface to "Doctor Brodie's Report" by Jorge Luis Borges
dry creekbed
the gleam of a bullet shell
the only sound
deserted schoolyard
the fence he climbed over
to Iraq
borges
borges
moonlit
The master, still: Basho, whose haiku range from the classic ideal of selfless objectivity, to the romantic stance of self-involved subjectivity.
You can go to the pine or bamboo. But not until you have "plunged deep enough into the object" will you discover "something like a hidden glimmering there".
The thing in itself,
in you,
in . . .
- cb, "Canadian Haiku Anthology" 1979
moonlit
The master, still: Basho, whose haiku range from the classic ideal of selfless objectivity, to the romantic stance of self-involved subjectivity.
You can go to the pine or bamboo. But not until you have "plunged deep enough into the object" will you discover "something like a hidden glimmering there".
The thing in itself,
in you,
in . . .
- cb, "Canadian Haiku Anthology" 1979
she grows quiet
the drops of milk on my wrist
moonlit
moon
moon
Smacked
"I saw a man, he danced with his wife"
- Lorenz Hart
Smacked
"I saw a man, he danced with his wife"
- Lorenz Hart
smacked upside the head
by her snowball . . .
still in love
