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Showers (Haiku)

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Showers

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Snow

A thousand snow-flakes,
sent from the moon to the lake
like little kisses.

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Rain

The rain is dancing
on the skylight through the night.
We are wrapped in sleep.

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Blossom

The cherry blossom
of your face on the pillow,
scented, resplendent.

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Christina Egan ©2002

Raindrops on window, with pink flowers showing in the lens of each drop.
Raindrops on window, with flowers showing in each drop.
Photograph by Kumiko Shimizu on Unsplash.

One Drop of Rain

If one still drop of rain contains a rose
and if my eye encompasses your face,
a secret crystal must exist that holds
the sparkling galaxy in one round space.

Christina Egan ©2024

The breathtaking photograph I found as an illustration
for the haiku inspired another poem many years later!

Hinter dem Olivenbaum

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Hinter dem Olivenbaum

Noch hemmen Frost und Nebel allzulang
den bunten Garten,
und fast verstummt der volle Vogelsang,–
noch muß ich warten.

White rose, pink buds, hawthorns, all covered by melting snow.

Im Süden werd’ ich keinen Schnee mehr sehn,
bloß weiße Rosen,
die meine Lippen, wenn sie mannshoch stehn,
verstohlen kosen.

Einst wird mir hinter dem Olivenbaum
Oleander prangen,
und Blumenfluten streifen wie ein Saum
die warmen Wangen…

Christina Egan © 2017

The woman or man surrounded by frost, fog, and snow dreams of a future where she or he will kiss white roses and be caressed by oleander… The encounter with the plants is envisaged like an assignation behind a tree, an olive-tree as a symbol of the Mediterranean region.

Photograph: Christina Egan ©2017.

Snow, Slow / Schnee, langsam

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Patio with some plants at far end covered in thick fresh snow.Snow, Slow
(Christmas Haiku)

Snow, slow, abundant,
covering the sleek black soil
like icing-sugar.

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Flames of real candles
in the darkened room, like stars
visiting the earth.

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Tinsel billowing
on the fir-twigs, as if stirred
by an angel’s wing.

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Schnee, langsam
(Weihnachtshaiku)

Schnee, langsam, reichlich,
fällt auf blanke schwarze Erde…
wie Zuckerstaub.

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Wachskerzenflammen
im Dämmer… wie Sterne,
herniedergestiegen.

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Lametta flattert
an Zweigen… wie angerührt
von Engelsflügeln.

 Christina Egan © 2017

 

Real candles, even made of beeswax, are still common on Christmas trees in Germany, and lametta is used more sparingly and usually silver, reminiscent of snow.

Thick snow is nowadays a rare phenomenon in England… Note the tiny Christmas tree taken out after the festive days (and later planted into the soil!). – Photograph: Christina Egan © 2018.

Fürst Schnee und Fürstin Mond

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Fürst Schnee und Fürstin Mond

Fürst Schnee und Fürstin Mond
verwandeln rings das Land
mit sanftem Silberglanz,
wenn König Winter thront
und lenkt mit weißer Hand
den stillen Flockentanz.

Verschwunden ist der Staub,
versilbert ist das Schwarz,
vorweg verklärt die Welt.
Da wundert sich das Aug,
da weitet sich das Herz
bis an das Himmelszelt.

Christina Egan © 2017

Mild Christmas Eve

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Mild Christmas Eve

My heavy gate to heaven
has got a secret crack,
and sometimes sunlike flashes
steal through the sudden gap.

Burning sparkler on black background, looking like a supernova!There are no stars this Christmas
but those in your sweet face,
no snow and sparkling crystals
but those in your embrace.

You are my splendid banquet,
you are the birth of mirth,
you’ll be my earth in heaven –
my heaven here on earth.

Christina Egan © 2004

Photograph by Gabriel Pollard [CC BY-SA 2.5].
Featured picture on Wikimedia Commons. 

When the Snow Falls

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When the Snow Falls

Tiny fir tree and orange nasturtium covered with thick melting snow.

When the snow falls,
when the snow calls
with its crystal-clear voice,
when the streets hum,
when the streets drum
with their boisterous noise,
when the fog shifts,
when the fog lifts
and the sun gilds the stone –
let your smile grow,
for a while know
you are never alone

Christina Egan © 2019

Photograph: Christina Egan © 2017.

This poem was commissioned for a Christmas card by a university library.
Feel free to write or print it in your cards, as long as acknowledge me as the author somewhere.

your face of snow

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your face of snow 

your face of snow
your eyes of ice
will blur and melt
with sweet surprise
your cheeks of dawn
of smooth white stone
will blush and throb
with flames unknown

your lips of pearl
encasing dreams
will blink and burst
with bright new beams

your face of snow
your eyes of ice
will bloom and burn
a rainbow’s rise

Christina Egan © 2004

 

A story where nothing ever happened

The greeting in your eyes, radiant.
The answer in your eyes, immediate.
The longing in your eyes, innocent.
The promise in your eyes, infinite.

Christina Egan © 2004

 

Glass flask by Eugenes, found in Syria, 3rd c. AD.
Photograph: © The Trustees of the British Museum.

Blütenschnee / The Opposite of Snow

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Du bist der Blütenschnee

Du bist der Blütenschnee,
du bist die Blütengischt,
die Blütengalaxie,
die mir das Glück verspricht,
die mir das Glück versprüht,–
die Frühlingssymphonie,
die nimmermehr verblüht…
Du funkelst mehr denn je!

Christina Egan © 2018

The Opposite of Snow

This sweet and heavy blossom,
white with a golden glimmer,
an incandescent glow…
Its sweet and heavy scent,
like gingerbread in summer –
the opposite of snow!

Christina Egan © 2018

The first poem compares blossom to snow, the second declares it the opposite of snow. Both could be a description of a beloved person: delightful or even delicious like gingerbread…

Zauberspruch zur Winterverbrennung

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Zauberspruch zur Winterverbrennung

Lohende Flammen, lohende Glut,
schmelzet den Schnee uns, schmelzet den Frost!
Knisternde Äste, knisterndes Holz,
brechet den Bann uns, brechet das Eis!

Christina Egan © 2016

Ancient manuscript (9th/10th c. AD) in neatly written Old High German.

 

These lines were inspired by two things: the German custom of gathering round huge bonfires to drive the winter out; and those few pagan spells in ancient German which have come down to us.

The sound of the hissing flames and the crackling branches is captured in the verse. The power of winter is interpreted as a spell, an ordeal of darkness and cold, which this spell, the chant or prayer of man, can break.

 

The only pagan spells in Old High German, probably written down in Fulda monastery in the 9th or 10th century AD. – Photograph: Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.