As i told in a previous post, some weeks ago i had the rare privilage of attending to a monk’s burial at La Oliva monastery, a really beautiful place, and i published a few haiku and senryuu (even a tanka) inspired by that ceremony.
After the burial, i could visit the rest of the monastery: the gothic cloister, the ruins on the oldest wing of the monastery, … The fruits of this visit are these other haiku/senryuu you can read next.
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it snows again,
a cat into the chapel
looking for shelter
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young olive-trees,
on the enclosure groves
empty of callings
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murmur of steps,
at the cloister the silence
can be heard
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primrose in bloom,
a puddle on the well curb
where a sparrow drinks
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olive shoots
in a cool shady crack,
and then the sunsine
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