30 March 2011
Some haiku just won't let you go.
Many years ago, I saw a very ominous blackbird hunkered down on a wrought iron fence. It had just been raining hard, but was now sunny, and the fence was covered with dazzling backlit raindrops.
I tried several times to make a go of this haiku, but it just wouldn't do it. Somehow, the image was too full, too intense to be distilled down into the form of haiku. People suggested to me that there was more there than a haiku could hold, and so I reluctantly let it go.
It held on, however, and this version whispered itself to me last night:
hunchbacked crow --
sunlit raindrops hang
from the wrought iron fence
Here, for comparison, are the earlier attempts:
on the black iron fence
blackbird fluffs her feathers
13 April 2000
on the wrought iron fence
a blackbird fluffs her feathers
14 April 2000
raindrops on the fence
a blackbird hunches
18 April 2000