A FEW LATE OCTOBER HAIKUS
Shannon bank haystacks
Stirring in the memory
Sweet pain and sweet hay
See all these haystacks
When the river floods, flooded.
Who can stop our pain ?
Shannon island calls:
” Where is God ? Who’re his daughters ? ”
Re-fill your pipe.
Deep Shannon river
Wanting to pull, to drown me.
It makes our chess-board.
( On water, on land
My eye tries to see itself )
Good night, ladies all ….
Subject: cocaí féir/ haystacks
haystack after haystack …
the sweet pain
of memory
coca féir i ndiaidh a chéile
pian mhilis
na cuimhne
Ron Rosenstock & Gabriel Rosenstock