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Haiku Spring - Summer 2018  


Benny Pedersen


The small town school yard:
circling round an old tree
children are playing

 


 

Hanne Hansen


the walls of the town

ruins from a golden past

waken up again

 

the art museum's

corridors of glass are cold

lots of warm colours

 

small rhododendron

lilac on the dark branches

first flowering bush

 

parking the wheel chair

leaving mother to the dog

cafe in sunshine

 

flowering cherries

surrounding a statue

a man of granite

 

 


 

Graveren spørger:

Hvor er din skarpe tunge?

Kraniet tier

 

the gravedigger asks

where is your sharp tongue

the skull remains silent

 

Diktatoren selv

ligger i denne kiste

Søm dog låget til!

 

the dictator himself

is lying in this chest

so nail down the lid!

 

Åh, dine øjne!

De kan lære stjernerne

at skinne

 

oh, those eyes of yours!

they can teach the stars

to shine

 

En dreng puster løs

Det sner mælkebøttefrø

i hele verden

 

a boy blowing

it snows dandelions’ seeds

all over the world

 

Dette lille digt

har jeg skrevet; men det er

langt større end mig

 

i wrote this little poem

but it is far larger

than myself

 

I kikkertsigtet:

Synet af begravelse

af jord er du komm…

 

in the telescope sight

a funeral going on

ashes to ash…

 

Hvorfor regner det

altid ved begravelser

Græder træerne?

 

why is it always

raining at funerals?

are the trees crying?

 

Tæller stjernerne

Det varer titusind år

Jeg falder i søvn

 

counting the stars

a hundred thousand year plan

i fall asleep

 

Råber et haiku

langt ud i verdensrummet

Ekko om ti år

 

shouting a haiku

far out into space

echo in ten years

 

Hvor kommer den fra?

Jeg griber efter vinden

fanger en tom hånd

 

where does it come from?

i try to catch the wind

grasping an empty hand

 

Mine skridts ekko

større end mit skonummer

Hvad betyder det?

 

the echo of my steps

larger than my shoe number

what does that mean?

 

Jeg tæller stjerner

lys fra 100.000 år

grebet af ét blik

 

i am counting stars

light from 100.000 years

at a single glance

 

Skæv i hovedet

stirrer dybhavsfisken op

kan ingenting se

 

from its wry head

the deep sea fish stares up

seeing nothing

 

Lige foran mig

Står poesiens blå blomst

Skal jeg plukke den?

 

right in front of me:

the blue flower of poetry

should I pick it?

 

Dagens sidste lys

Fuglenes grå vingeslag

på vej mod natten

 

last light of the day

the birds’ grey wing strokes

headed for the night

 

Kufferten venter

Den er fuld af ukendt land

og forventninger

 

the suitcase waiting

filled with unknown land

and expectations

 

 Bo Lille

 




Viggo Madsen

the dream of the egg
simply excavated
by my spoon

 


 

Ole Bundgaard

June 2nd

The cow in the field
ruminates on the green grass
and eternity

June 3rd

The stripes in the wake
make a morning backwards dance
cruising pleasure boats


June 13th

What does one do when
the day brings perfect weather
and one wants to gripe

From the book Haiku
Translated by Mus White
Publiching House P H Marsk, Los Angeles 2017/18

   



 

Haiku winter/spring 2018

 

Spring

The chestnuts have burst into leaf. Last week the buds changed from being brown to white. 
Yesterday they had advanced so much, that the pale inflorescence surrounded by green leaves had become visible.

Today the sun is shining in a blue sky but the cold discloses that it was frost tonight so the young shoots have probably been nipped.

your warm voice

in the telephone

harbinger of spring

 

Hanne Hansen


 

MARTS 2017

The flower in the vase
doesn't understand the need
for talking -

The details of the
tea-ceremony - suddenly
LIFE seems easy

Tea at my friends house -
not wanting to be
anywhere else

The grace with which
she moves the tea utensils -
human beauty

Climbing Mount Fuji
is a piece of cake
here, on my plate

(efter en japansk te-ceremoni)

 

APRIL 2017 

The redstart and me -
sitting in the spring sun
listening to the wind

The redstart
the spring sun on its red chest -
wind in its feathers

The redstart and me
sitting in the spring sun -
sing to me, little bird!

Preparing matcha
outdoors for the first time -
a bee visiting

Ulla Conrad

 



Ole Bundgaard

March 1th

The all alone bird
sits on a branch and watches
the world fade away

March 7th

An early morning
when the night's dreams are dancing
crisscrossing the lake

March 27th

The goose goes cackling
she demands to be taken
all seriously

From the book Haiku
Translated by Mus White
Publiching House P H Marsk, Los Angeles 2017/18

 


Sys Matthiesen

blanket on my knees
sound of wind and pelting rain
outside my window

From the book Sprouting seeds 2004

 


Ida Hamre

The coast
Landscapes of the shore
slow stories of the stones
response for the moment

 


 

 

Haiku autumn/winter 2017

 

Hanne Hansen

The skirt

My father and mother travelled a lot. They had not had the possibility in their youth. In the 30thies there was a lack of money and during the Second World War it was excluded.

They were in Japan one year before me. As I packed my suitcase my mother strongly recommended me to take the medium blue pleaded skirt, which I had got from her, along. She said that it was very modern in Japan .

I wore it a couple of times in Tokyo before I realized that it was a part of the Japanese student’s uniform.

 

in Hiroshima

dressed in a kimono

Japanese TV


 

Ole Bundgaard

October 31th

The wind in the night
tells ancient legends about
the wind ind the night

October 30th

A low horizon
the clouds whirling overhead
I stand near the sea

Ocotber 29th

Cold weather nearing
and winter at the doorstep
closing the window

From the book Haiku
Translated by Mus White
Publiching House P H Marsk, Los Angeles 2017/18


Benny Pedersen

My lips on your skin
Tasting yesterday´s dinner
My ginger girlfriend

Wet and grey morning
My house and my town wrapped
No glimpse of blue sky.

From Danish Haiku Today 2012


Sys Matthiesen

tiny spider child
flying away from home
in a shining string

From the book Sprouting seeds


Haiku spring/summer 2017

 

BESSARABSKA KLEZMER
The joy of music
against hate speech, come let
Us dance together


UKRAINE VISA FREE
I feel your
Light footsteps coming closer
during my EU sleep

DMYTROS LIBRARY
The stories
In your language should be read
as part of Tryzub


DOBRYY  DEN'
Boryspol welcomes

you with a smile

no to corruption

Bjarne Kim Pedersen

 


 

peace in my mind

cannot ever be

killed by guns

Ann Mari Urwald



It is difficult to be a very old woman.

My mother is confused. Besides, she cannot remember, what she has eaten when the meal has finished. She cannot remember that she has calls or who is visiting her. She feels that the family has failed her.

A month ago she was so foggy that I thought that she could not live any longer. I almost expected that her life had come to an end.

Then two weeks ago she was crystal clear, when I visited her. I told the assistant nurse about it.

She said that mother had had an infection of the urinary tract. An illness which makes the patient foggy. Besides, to defeat the illness she had got medicine which intensified the confusedness. Now she had recovered and could carry on a normal conversation.

ninety years old

enjoying the garden’s heat

with sunglasses on

Hanne Hansen

 


 

The neighbours' fat cat
nestles close up to my legs
on a sunny day

Round my apple tree
a lot of different birds
are waiting for food

Ole Bundgaard




The moon of August

A rainbow over Mt. Fuji

Teardrops in my eyes.

 

White and peaceful night

the first snowfall of winter

has left its marks.

 

Boisterous birds

winter berries -fermented

drunk again -I see.

 

The hungry seagulls

hanging low over four

winter swimmers.

 

It is windy

and the washing is dancing

this first day of spring.

 

Cherry-blossoms

a link to life

at the cemetery.

 

Through the open door

a butterfly is visiting

staying for a while.

 

The roses of my garden

invisible in the night

but the scent – scent

 

The sweetness of the white wine

the starry sky of August

laughter in the open.

 

The lilac heather

the moonlight of late summer

the scream of a pheasant.

 

Along the railroad

the tall slender goldenrods

in the sunny  rain.

 

Polite Japanese

offers his umbrella

rain in Kobe-

 

Shrouded in twilight

time for relaxing peace

in my easy chair.

 

Kate Larsen

 


 

 

10 poemas inspirados en haiku

 

olas constantes

en la corriente del mar de sentido

palabras desembarcan

 

nada se desvanecerá

nuestra impresión por todas partes

inquietud mundial

 

camino en la lluvia

nubes sin patria

fecundan la tierra

 

la niebla borra todo

el rumbo está invisible

anticipación a la muerte

 

mi sonrisa abandonada

entre gotas de lluvia

sonido de segundos

 

día de sol día de regocijo

olor a asfalto caliente despierta

recuerdos del patio de la niñez

 

nada es desconocido

siendo niño vi a mi padre morir

conozco el camino

 

me estás sonriendo

el mundo se mira en ti

me quedo aquí esta noche

 

tiempopasaporespacios

poblamos las casas

el tiempovuelve a marcharse

 

 

todoestánuevo de nuevo

la espiral de la vida y la muerte

semilla a flor a semilla

 

Traducido al español por Helge Krarup.

Han sido publicados en:

http://www.crearensalamanca.com/poemas-del-danes-helge-krarup-pinturas-de-miguel-elias/

Helge Krarup 

 


 


Haiku atumn 2016

Kate Larsen

My sister`s bare grave

on her birthday I wonder

where are her children.

 

In the park with you

cherries all in bloom today

and so are we.

 

Colorful silk carps

drifting  around MT. Fuji

after children`'s day.

Yellow and red leaves

piling up around  BASHO

my green frog of stone.

Across the mountain

the dense fog is dissolving

oh! Fuji is back.

 

Sitting on a bench

waiting for the blooming spring

which I cannot find.

 


Ida Hamre

Water
This light in the surface
eternally changes
our forefathers saw it


 

Ole Bundgaard

The black sound of storm
in the late astonished evening
after the meltdown


 

Per-Olof Johansson

On the field for the cows
Blooming clover, I see
The cows only as stones


Haiku Vinter-Spring 2016

 

 

Bo Lille

the white dove

flies over the battlefield

shitting on the war

 

peace has broken out

tanks and planes crumble with rust

life begins to grow

 

the blackbird sings

love nearer

than the nuclear bomb

 

peace has broken out

cannons are being melted

into lovers’ rings

 


 

Ole Bundgaard

A clear frosty morn
The bird eats from open hand
And takes off again

I live in the land
Of the many clouds, and I
Think mostly of sun

The seagull at sea
Stares hard upon nothingness
That resembles food

Translated by Mus White From the soon comming "Haiku" Los Angeles 2016

 

Haiku winter/spring 2018

 

Spring

The chestnuts have burst into leaf. Last week the buds changed from being brown to white. 
Yesterday they had advanced so much, that the pale inflorescence surrounded by green leaves had become visible.

Today the sun is shining in a blue sky but the cold discloses that it was frost tonight so the young shoots have probably been nipped.

your warm voice

in the telephone

harbinger of spring

 

Hanne Hansen


 

MARTS 2017

The flower in the vase
doesn't understand the need
for talking -

The details of the
tea-ceremony - suddenly
LIFE seems easy

Tea at my friends house -
not wanting to be
anywhere else

The grace with which
she moves the tea utensils -
human beauty

Climbing Mount Fuji
is a piece of cake
here, on my plate

(efter en japansk te-ceremoni)

 

APRIL 2017 

The redstart and me -
sitting in the spring sun
listening to the wind

The redstart
the spring sun on its red chest -
wind in its feathers

The redstart and me
sitting in the spring sun -
sing to me, little bird!

Preparing matcha
outdoors for the first time -
a bee visiting

Ulla Conrad

 



Ole Bundgaard

March 1th

The all alone bird
sits on a branch and watches
the world fade away

March 7th

An early morning
when the night's dreams are dancing
crisscrossing the lake

March 27th

The goose goes cackling
she demands to be taken
all seriously

From the book Haiku
Translated by Mus White
Publiching House P H Marsk, Los Angeles 2017/18

 


Sys Matthiesen

blanket on my knees
sound of wind and pelting rain
outside my window

From the book Sprouting seeds 2004

 


Ida Hamre

The coast
Landscapes of the shore
slow stories of the stones
response for the moment



 

 

Haiku autumn/winter 2017

 

Hanne Hansen

The skirt

My father and mother travelled a lot. They had not had the possibility in their youth. In the 30thies there was a lack of money and during the Second World War it was excluded.

They were in Japan one year before me. As I packed my suitcase my mother strongly recommended me to take the medium blue pleaded skirt, which I had got from her, along. She said that it was very modern in Japan.

I wore it a couple of times in Tokyo before I realized that it was a part of the Japanese student’s uniform.

 

in Hiroshima

dressed in a kimono

Japanese TV


 

Ole Bundgaard

October 31th

The wind in the night
tells ancient legends about
the wind ind the night

October 30th

A low horizon
the clouds whirling overhead
I stand near the sea

Ocotber 29th

Cold weather nearing
and winter at the doorstep
closing the window

From the book Haiku
Translated by Mus White
Publiching House P H Marsk, Los Angeles 2017/18


Benny Pedersen

My lips on your skin
Tasting yesterday´s dinner
My ginger girlfriend

Wet and grey morning
My house and my town wrapped
No glimpse of blue sky.

From Danish Haiku Today 2012


Sys Matthiesen

tiny spider child
flying away from home
in a shining string

From the book Sprouting seeds


Haiku spring/summer 2017

 

BESSARABSKA KLEZMER
The joy of music
against hate speech, come let
Us dance together


UKRAINE VISA FREE
I feel your
Light footsteps coming closer
during my EU sleep

DMYTROS LIBRARY
The stories
In your language should be read
as part of Tryzub


DOBRYY  DEN'
Boryspol welcomes

you with a smile

no to corruption

Bjarne Kim Pedersen

 


 

peace in my mind

cannot ever be

killed by guns

Ann Mari Urwald



It is difficult to be a very old woman.

My mother is confused. Besides, she cannot remember, what she has eaten when the meal has finished. She cannot remember that she has calls or who is visiting her. She feels that the family has failed her.

A month ago she was so foggy that I thought that she could not live any longer. I almost expected that her life had come to an end.

Then two weeks ago she was crystal clear, when I visited her. I told the assistant nurse about it.

She said that mother had had an infection of the urinary tract. An illness which makes the patient foggy. Besides, to defeat the illness she had got medicine which intensified the confusedness. Now she had recovered and could carry on a normal conversation.

ninety years old

enjoying the garden’s heat

with sunglasses on

Hanne Hansen

 


 

The neighbours' fat cat
nestles close up to my legs
on a sunny day

Round my apple tree
a lot of different birds
are waiting for food

Ole Bundgaard



The moon of August

A rainbow over Mt. Fuji

Teardrops in my eyes.

 

White and peaceful night

the first snowfall of winter

has left its marks.

 

Boisterous birds

winter berries -fermented

drunk again -I see.

 

The hungry seagulls

hanging low over four

winter swimmers.

 

It is windy

and the washing is dancing

this first day of spring.

 

Cherry-blossoms

a link to life

at the cemetery.

 

Through the open door

a butterfly is visiting

staying for a while.

 

The roses of my garden

invisible in the night

but the scent – scent

 

The sweetness of the white wine

the starry sky of August

laughter in the open.

 

The lilac heather

the moonlight of late summer

the scream of a pheasant.

 

Along the railroad

the tall slender goldenrods

in the sunny  rain.

 

Polite Japanese

offers his umbrella

rain in Kobe-

 

Shrouded in twilight

time for relaxing peace

in my easy chair.

 

Kate Larsen

 


 

 

10 poemas inspirados en haiku

 

olas constantes

en la corriente del mar de sentido

palabras desembarcan

 

nada se desvanecerá

nuestra impresión por todas partes

inquietud mundial

 

camino en la lluvia

nubes sin patria

fecundan la tierra

 

la niebla borra todo

el rumbo está invisible

anticipación a la muerte

 

mi sonrisa abandonada

entre gotas de lluvia

sonido de segundos

 

día de sol día de regocijo

olor a asfalto caliente despierta

recuerdos del patio de la niñez

 

nada es desconocido

siendo niño vi a mi padre morir

conozco el camino

 

me estás sonriendo

el mundo se mira en ti

me quedo aquí esta noche

 

tiempopasaporespacios

poblamos las casas

el tiempovuelve a marcharse

 

 

todoestánuevo de nuevo

la espiral de la vida y la muerte

semilla a flor a semilla

 

Traducido al español por Helge Krarup.

Han sido publicados en:

http://www.crearensalamanca.com/poemas-del-danes-helge-krarup-pinturas-de-miguel-elias/

Helge Krarup 

 


 


Haiku atumn 2016

Kate Larsen

My sister`s bare grave

on her birthday I wonder

where are her children.

 

In the park with you

cherries all in bloom today

and so are we.

 

Colorful silk carps

drifting  around MT. Fuji

after children`'s day.


Yellow and red leaves

piling up around  BASHO

my green frog of stone.


Across the mountain

the dense fog is dissolving

oh! Fuji is back.

 

Sitting on a bench

waiting for the blooming spring

which I cannot find.

 


Ida Hamre

Water
This light in the surface
eternally changes
our forefathers saw it


 

Ole Bundgaard

The black sound of storm
in the late astonished evening
after the meltdown


 

Per-Olof Johansson

On the field for the cows
Blooming clover, I see
The cows only as stones



Haiku Vinter-Spring 2016

 

 

Bo Lille

the white dove

flies over the battlefield

shitting on the war

 

peace has broken out

tanks and planes crumble with rust

life begins to grow

 

the blackbird sings

love nearer

than the nuclear bomb

 

peace has broken out

cannons are being melted

into lovers’ rings

 


 

Ole Bundgaard

A clear frosty morn
The bird eats from open hand
And takes off again

I live in the land
Of the many clouds, and I
Think mostly of sun

The seagull at sea
Stares hard upon nothingness
That resembles food

Translated by Mus White From the soon comming "Haiku" Los Angeles 2016

Haiku Spring-Summer 2015

 

Chris Rumble

every year the same
floating through the drizzle days-
powdered blossom


 

Ann Mari Urwald
From the book "Danish Haiku Today 2012"

Ideas are swarming
Like life in a primeval sea
Find their slow way up

A hope from heart
Of love in the world of man
War moans audibly




Ole Bundgaard

From Haiku I
Translated by Mus White

June 2. — Page 160
The cow in the field
ruminates on the green grass
and eternity

Moisture on the tree
light drizzle in the pale night
scents of midsummer


Hanne Hansen
From the book: Sprouting seeds 2004

Sunshine in stripes
Gleaming in all kinds of waves
Realy summer



Sys Matthiesen
From the book: Haiku Workshop in Copenhagen 2008

Tired and pale
little children walk to school
in winter darkness


Viggo Madsen
From the book: Sprouting seeds 2004

Summer -
a face of water
up from the well



Haiku Winter 2014-2015


Bjarne Kim Pedersen



Freedom of dance

I may not see
I can not speak, but
rhythm takes me

Cut the rope I

cut the rope from

the neck of the convicted
and bind the judge


Cut the rope II

put the judges to court

and give them a fair trial
for their death sentences


Cut the rope III

life is sacred
no one may steal the right
to breathe freely


Words

those dangerous words
the writer uses when he
writes about life


womens rights

equal for the law
one man one woman, equal
right for people


mens rights

womens right's mens right's
Human Rights
to everyone

Gulag Archipelago

is not a poem
but forced labor camps
filled with exiled

Cargo 200

the dead boys
coming home to their mothers
from not war


MH 17

fly on the sky
fall murdered to the ground
fly in the heaven




christopher charles rumble

Three leaves left to fall
on the cherry in the mist -
birds heading due south

 



Ole Bundgaard


All these words: How come?
Only this one: butterfly
Is necessary

The night is crying
I am waiting in the house
With my umbrella


 

Hanne Hansen

On the stormy beach
many ducks in a long line
watching the waves


 

Sys Matthiesen

tiny spicer child
flying away from home
in a shining string


blanket on my knees
sound of wind and pelting rain
outside my window

pitchy darkness
the morning paper clunks
into my letterbox



Viggo Madsen

Summer -
a face of water
up from the well

 


Jette Slaaen

The ripples of the lake
cradle the duckling soft
in the evening sun

In The garden pond
the tadpole changes
to a beautiful green frog


Haiku summer-autumn 2014

 

Hanne Hansen

The sun is glowing
But now and Then suddenly
Torrential showers

Ole Bundgaard

Words are only words
a hug is a hug is a
I am on the hook

Sys Matthiesen


pitchy darkness
the morning paper clunks
into my letterbox