Bill Wyatt is one of the best-known British haiku poets, particularly identified with this sort of “just-so” poem that reflects his long association with Zen.
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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.
A lizard scurries out of the November night— global warmingThe summer moon— not even a speck of dust to disturb the nightIn the depths of night taking a leak—snails crunching beneath my bare feetSky can't cover it earth can't hold it—sound of a bell leaving a bellFrom the land rover the herdsman counting his cows early summer rainNow motherless I forgot to buy daffodils on mothers dayThe midst of summer alone I do as I please clouds my neighbours