The Tao of Word 8
Standing on my lap, this eagle
looks at me with childlike searching.
Talons faintly stroke my face
as if observing each expressive
curvature or cranial
horizon. Eyes the depth of sunlight
break into my own. Vision
sharper than the edge of love
itself is soaring through my bones.
~Feugill Poirier 2008
FROM RHYTHM TO STRESS IN HOKKU
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Most of you already know the notion that hokku is seventeen syllables
arranged in a 5/7/5 pattern is wrong. Many people were taught that in
modern haiku (b...
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