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Even with insects Some can sing - Some can't - Koboyashi Issa 36 , 34 ,  32 ,  31 ,  30 ,  29 ,  28 ,  27 ,  26

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grasses that stay hidden grasses that don't... the same withering - Koboyashi Issa 26 , 27

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The pheasant cries As if it just noticed The mountain -Koboyashi Issa

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A caterpillar this deep in autumn still not a butterfly -Matsuo Basho

Brittle Beauty

G.K.Chesterton most famously said Angels fly because they take themselves lightly Let's ignore that and celebrate the virtue of self-consciousness along the lines of Matsuo Basho the founding-father, so to speak, of Haiku. He once recalled something he wrote ten years earlier and mentioned to his pupil, how the last line should have been re-written. A poem is never really completed, only abandoned - Paul Valery via AKR Here is something abandoned in 2004, 2006 and 2007 and further scissored down further this morning Brittle Beauty A moment’s beauty is always there For every creature that was around It’s only those who’ve some to spare Who give hope of life unbound. But then there are morals, then there is shame And worse: ‘each one has an innate talent’ God! Whoever said ‘twas a fair game? It’s just us cynics who are gallant The rest go armed with handkerchieves That play purdah to the eager eyes Evolution indeed from the days of fig leaves But then, Adam hadn’t a choice So here ...