Irish Haiku Society

Juanita Casey

 

Burning leaves…

the face once again

feels summer

 

 

 

The pickers

have left one plum...

Hey, wind

 

 

 

On the South wall

hangs a pear –

on the North wall

hangs a year

 

 

 

Under the bridge,

the stream –

the leaf and I,

travellers

 

Haiku from Horse by the River and other poems, publ. by Dolmen Press, 1968

 

 

 

Four crows on four posts

across a field of mustard –

a chord for summoning foxes

 

 

 

Why rage if the roof

has holes?

Heaven is roof enough

 

Both haiku from Eternity Smith and other poems, publ. by Dolmen Press, 1985.

 


© Juanita Casey, 1968, 1985

 

The legendary Juanita Casey, a travelling woman and a powerful poet, was probably the first in Ireland to write haiku as we know them. She started composing them in the 1960s, and a few of them appeared in her 1968 collection. She kept writing them for quite a number of years. Rumour has it that she has written more than appeared in her collections.

 

Patrick Kavanagh


Corn-crake

a cry in the wilderness

of meadow


(First published: The Lace Curtain No 4, 1971)


© Patrick Kavanagh, 1971


Patrick Kavanagh, one of the most powerful Irish poets, probably didn't know that he wrote a haiku, and an excellent one! We found it in an old Irish magazine.


Michael Hartnett

 

In a green spring field

a brown pony stands asleep

shod with daffodils

 

 

 

Sanctifying grace:

a seagull and a jackdaw.

They kiss in the sky

 

 

 

Somewhere in the house

a tap gushes out water –

sounds of someone else

 

Publication of these haiku from the Inchicore Haiku sequence on our website is our tribute to Michael Hartnett, the wonderful poet who was one of the first in Ireland to pay attention to this genre. "Inchicore Haiku" was published in book-form in 1985, so Hartnett was the first Irish poet to publish a collection of his haiku/senryu.

 

© Michael Hartnett, Gallery Press, 2001

 

Seamus Heaney

 

 

 

Haiga by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

featuring the following haiku by Seamus Heaney, in his own handwriting:

 

Dangerous pavements…

But this year I face the ice

with my father’s stick

 

 

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