Still bloody freezingFrom Sweden's News in English, although the link seems to be dead, and thanks, Sally.
Swedish winter never ends
My glass half empty.
Also this--not so hot Haiku but cool story:
Ursula got paid
Bathing in hot winter sun
It wasn't Fredrick
Story
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Perfect timing as I'm working on the Zen chapter from my book and it's full of haiku. "My glass half empty": that's the best last line I've seen in poetry in a long time. I'm doing Issa right now. Three of my favorites:
Climb Mount Fuji,
O snail,
but slowly, slowly.
For you too fleas,
the night must be long,
it must be lonely.
A bath when you're born
A bath when you die.
Nonsense.
I love the fact that no two compilations translate that last word the same way. Wish I understood Japanese so I could put my spin on it. Oh, wait. I've got it: "Glass half empty."
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