My Dear Readers:
In celebration of National Poetry Month, I am pleased to introduce you to Those Women Writing Haiku, an online AHA Book edited with notes, bibliography, and biographies by NeverEnding Story contributor, Jane Reichhold. It is the first English language book about "a history of women who wrote haiku (and tanka) from the beginning of recorded history in Japan, across the centuries to Europe, then to the North American continent and back to Japan ending in 1990...This book that needs to be read, needed to be written, needs to be saved by men and women and writers of all the genres indebted to haiku."
This historically significant book contains the following chapters:
Introduction
Chapter One - From the Islands of Beginning
Chapter One Anthology - Classical Japanese Tanka and Haiku
Chapter Two - Tanka and Haiku Come to America
Chapter Two Anthology - From Cinquains to Contemporary American Haiku
Chapter Three - Haiku Magazines in America
Chapter Four - Haiku in Canada
Chapter Four Anthology - Canadian Haiku
Chapter Five - Haiku in Germany & Holland
Chapter Five Anthology - Haiku in Germany & Holland
Chapter Six - Haiku and Tanka in Japan
Chapter Six Anthology - Haiku in Japan
Bibliography
Biographies
Selected Haiku and Tanka:
autumn field
trailing over rice ears
morning mist
vanishing into nothing
so my love?
Empress Iwa no Hime
a brook
through the years
mirrors the blossoms
will it be clouded
by the dust of petals?
Lady Ise
my longing for you
too strong for boundaries
no one blames me
for going to you at night
down the road of dream
Ono no Komachi
Mountain and moor
not one thing that moves
morning snow
Chiyo-ni
Winter wind
from where to where?
Leafless trees
Chiyo-ni
Each patch of wind
adding one leaf
spring bamboo
Chiyo-ni
summer night he flashes his badge at the rape victim
Marlene Mountain
window clouds:
under the quilt
our soft folds
Ruth Yarrow
warm rain before dawn
my milk flows into her
unseen
Ruth Yarrow
my cheek pressed
against her baby head --
our bones underneath
Ruth Yarrow
Driving at night
our headlights part the darkness
not the falling snow
Winona Baker
Returning home
only the pendulum
in motion
Betty Kendell Bennett
this fall afternoon
the tree behind the tree
suddenly visible
Thea Witteveen
New Year's Eve;
a tin rattles out of
the empty street.
Gusta van Gulick
You who ceased to be
Walk to me over the sea
Cherry blossom time
Chieko Watanabe
Happy Reading
Chen-ou
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