Haiku for the Dead

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Translated by John Sphere and Jason Strain


Canto I | Canto II | Canto III | Canto IV | Canto V | Canto VI | Canto VII | Canto VIII | Canto IX | Canto X | Canto XI | Canto XII | Canto XIII | Canto XIV | Canto XV | Canto XVI | Canto XVII | Canto XVIII | Canto XIX | Canto XX | Canto XXI | Canto XXII | Canto XXIII


[edit] Canto I

A tree.
Lots of spaghetti.
Tumbling down a mountain.

Bitmapped oysters.
(parenthesis)
I want to go page up.

I do not exist. Yes.
I do not exist. No.
I do not exist. Let's go.

I am the count.
Poufs de creme.
Poltergesundheit.

The pulsating tree frog.
Halogen dream.
Discomfort awaits.

My beautiful nation.
My face.
Shammadamma.

Fine toothed lace.
Retractable claw.
Oblivious to all.

Split the crumb.
I spackle tomorrow.
Do little now.

Poor the ladle.
Batter the fright.
Baffle for it.

Snot bubble upon my nose.
Misty, misty.
Forlorn are we.


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