Book of the Week: Walking with the River

by Jim Kacian on June 9, 2014

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Bob Boldman’s short book from 1980 (High/Coo Press) is a classic of the genre, beginning with the title poem through its heartfelt finale, and including his inimitable shapings of poems laden with quiet rapture.

You can read the entire book in the THF Digital Library.

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Haiku featured in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Jim Kacian, following a concept first explored by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.





walking with the river the water does my thinking
drinking the sky I’m emptied
the wind is round round the oak
the wind enters between our voices
the priest his shadow caught on a nail .
in the temple a heartbeat

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Darrell Lindsey June 17, 2014 at 4:30 pm

Two of my favorites from the Bob Boldman book:

walking with the river
the water does my thinking

~ Bob Boldman

Very nice, classic.

the priest
his shadow caught
on a nail .

~ Bob Bowman

If read a certain way, this haiku is ” shadowy” indeed.

Lynne Rees June 10, 2014 at 6:07 am

What an astonishing book – the deceptive simplicity and accumulative effect of each poem feels like a lesson in both writing craft and humility. I’ll read this again and again, I know.

Ron Moss June 9, 2014 at 10:27 pm

Wonderful lines of imagery! I love this one andd it reminds me why I got into haiku in the first place….

the priest
his shadow caught
on a nail .

Bob Boldman

Debbie Feller June 9, 2014 at 9:56 pm

Thank you for sharing Bob Boldman’s book here and those wonderful lines! So much I would like to read!

Ellen Grace Olinger June 9, 2014 at 3:09 pm

This is a wonderful book, by Bob Boldman – new for me, though I am familiar with HIGH COO Press – and the current work of Randy & Shirley Brooks as Editors of MAYFLY (Brooks Books).

Because over the years I’ve seen drought here, and now all the fields of tiny corn plants growing again, may I add:

hymns
in the ears
of corn

by Bob Boldman

Thank you

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