English Original
a gun in the wildflowers
one young man
more or less
The Unswept Path: Contemporary American Haiku, 2005
William J. Higginson
Chinese Translation (Traditional)
野花叢中的一把槍
一個年輕人
差不多吧
Chinese Translation (Simplified)
野花丛中的一把枪
一个年轻人
差不多吧
Bio Sketch
William J. Higginson (1938–2008) was an influential American haiku poet, translator, editor and teacher. A founding member and former president of the Haiku Society of America, he helped shape the development of English-language haiku. His influential publications include The Haiku Handbook (with Penny Harter), Haiku World and The Haiku Seasons. He was also a dedicated mentor and advocate for haiku internationally.
This is a masterful piece of minimalist poetry, packing an extraordinary amount of meaning and emotional weight into just eleven words. It has the razor-sharp compression of modern haiku, relying on juxtaposition, ambiguity and understatement to deliver a quietly devastating impact.
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The unexpected turn in lines 2 and 3, "one young man / more or less," is particularly unsettling. The understated, almost offhand phrasing evokes the cold detachment of casualty counts and wartime statistics, as though the loss of a young life were merely an approximation or a minor fluctuation in a much larger accounting of death.
The phrase "more or less" is especially poignant because of its multiple possible readings:
I. One young man, give or take, among an indeterminate number of casualties.
II. A young man who is now somehow less than he once was—perhaps stripped of his future, his identity, his humanity or even his life.
This ambiguity is central to the poem's power. It invites the reader to confront the disturbing ease with which individual lives can become abstractions in the context of violence.
The result is a chilling, understated poem whose emotional force lies not in what it explicitly tells us, but in what it leaves unsaid. It lingers long after the reading.