Poetry for the Inner Ear

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. Haiku Moment on the Peaks "Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life."-Santoka Taneda for Adelaide M., Terry Collett, Richard Lynn Livesay DRUSKININAI POETIC FALL 2009 O vilnius birds Don’t be weary-hearted Poets are here cheering you fog-drenched vilnius I search technique Of writing haiku Bees collect dew Flowers many- DPF 2009 Silent whisperings Mystic hours- DPF 2009 After death Resurrection possible With immortal haiku I speak in whisper To amber In vilnius With raindrops I anoint my body Before writing Quiet interaction: haiku, amber, vilnius labyrinth what a beautiful sight- brilliant poets reading haiku in vilnius baroque buildings restored houses there is amber wherever we look Sudden shower in vilnius A haiku poet Touches rain water on the road a poet- competing with the rain t...