Songs to Survive the Summer

      by Robert Hass

 

[excerpt]

 

The haiku comes

in threes

with the virtues of brevity:

 

        What a strange thing!

        To be alive

        beneath plum blossoms.

 

The black-headed

Stellar’s jay is squawking

in our plum.

 

Thief! Thief!

A hard, indifferent bird,

he’d snatch your life.

 

 

Four verses out of 123, excerpted from Praise (Manchester, England: Carcanet New Press, 1981), page 55.