Iris 2015

asopis za haiku / Haiku Magazine
IRIS International
Godite 1 svezak 1 2015
asopis za haiku-poeziju i srodne izriaje Udruge Tri rijeke HPOI, Ivani Grad
Journal of Haiku Association Three Rivers, Ivani Grad, Croatia
Izlazi jednom godinje / Published once a year
Godite 1, svezak 1, 2015.
Izdava / Published by
Udruga Tri rijeke HPOI Ivani Grad
Haiku Association Three Rivers, Ivani Grad, Croatia
Uredniki savjet:
Dubravko Korbus, Ljudmila Milena Mri, Stjepan Roi
Urednitvo / Editorial Board:

Boris Nazansky, Tomislav Mareti
Glavna i odgovorna urednica / Editor- in-chief

ura Vukeli Roi
Lektura hrvatskoga teksta / Croatian sub-editing

Boris Nazansky
Lektura engleskih prijevoda s hrvatskoga / English sub-editing

Elizabeth Harrison-Paj
Naslovnica: Sanja Srbljinovi-uek
Adresa urednitva / Editorial address

Kolodvorska 44, 10310 Ivani Grad
Tel.: 01/ 2882 716, E-pota: dvrozic@optinet.hr
Grafiko oblikovanje: Mikle
asopis ne isplauje honorare za bilo kakav oblik suradnje.

Cilj asopisa jest prezentirati haiku na hrvatskom knjievnom jeziku i narjejima.
Haiku se prevodi redakcijski, a ostali tekstovi po izboru.
asopis za haiku / Haiku Magazine
IRIS
Ivani Grad, 2015.

Sadraj
Kazalo autora . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5
Rije urednice / Editors foreword . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9
In memoriam: Marela Mimica, Verica Peackock, Maa Bambi,

Ruica Jerka Manojlovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12
Godinjice smrti / Anniversary of death: Stjepan Jakevac,

Anto Garda, Zvonko Petrovi, Darko Plaanin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 19
Otvoreni natjeaji u Hrvatskoj /

Open haiku competitions in Croatia . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 22
Haiku . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24
Tanka . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 91
Haibun . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 107
Neobavezno, pokusno, novo / Experimental, optional haiku . . . . . . 117
Ueniki haiku / Childrens Haiku . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120
Haiku za djecu / Haiku for the Children . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136
Nove zbirke haiku-poezije / New haiku collections . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 139
Prikazi knjiga / Book reviews . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149

IRIS asopis za haiku - 7/8, 2013-2014
IRIS INTERNATIONAL
Croatian haiku in English . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163

Croatian tanka in English . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 236
The results of the International Haiku Competitions held in Croatia
Water for Life A little haiku contest by IRIS magazine . . . . . . . . . 255
The 10th Pumpkin Festival, Ivani Grad 2015 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 260
The Klotar Ivani Haiku Competition 2014 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269
In memoriam
Verica ivkovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 274
Vid Vukasovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 275
Patricia Neubauer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 276
Our International guest

Horst Ludwig, Germany/USA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 278
Haiku from abroad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 284
Haiku by modern Brazillians authors

Rosa Clement: Haiku iz Brazila . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 307
Haiku by modern Brazilian authors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 313
New books from abroad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 336
Tanka
M.Kei: Everything is tanka . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 358
M. Kei: Sve je tanka . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 369
Tanka by poets from abroad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 382
Renku
Daniel A. Rosas and Neal Whitman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 385
Renga
Claire Chatelet and Tomislav Mareti . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 388
Four Yotsumono
Tomislav Mareti and Kathleen Earsman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 401
Kazalo autora / The Authors
Mirta Abramovi . . . . . 27, 94, 163, 236 Borivoj Bukva . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 34, 170
Guilherme de Almeida . . . . . . . . . . 308 Owen Bullock .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 256
Nathally Amari A.B. de Andrade . .313 Silvija Butkovi 35, 171, 172, 179, 197
Rajka Aneli Maslovari . . . . . 27, 164
Gabriela Antonac . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132 John Carroll . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 256, 271
Ljerka Antoni . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28, 164 Dino Cerjan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129
Akito Arima . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 12, 13 Claire Chatelet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 388
Aleksa Asanovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 353 Geethanjali Rajan Chennai . . . . . . . 286
anya . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 382 Marta Chocilowska . . . . . . . . . . . . 287
Mijajlo V. Aanin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 Cezar-Florin Ciobc 266, 270, 271, 343
Marion Clarke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267
Maa Bambi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .19 Rosa Clement . . . . . . . . . . . . . 307, 314
Dominik Baranja . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 131 Beate Conrad . . . . . 280, 282, 284, 286
Danica Bartulovi 29, 94, 165, 236, 262
Jakov Bele . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135 Julija imeija . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 131
Barbara Beloevi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 133
Ibrahim Berjashi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 Ana Dabac . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35, 172, 261
Ernest Berry . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 256 Tracy Davidson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 256
Margaret Beverland . . . . . . . . . 284, 382 Tatjana Debeljaki . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 257
Shaestu Abida Bhirawasiwi . . . . . . 268 Andrzej Dembonczyk . . . . . . . . . . . 288
Smiljka Bilankov . . . . . 30, 95, 166, 237 Janko Dimnjakovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262
Meik Blttenberger . . . . . . . . . . . . . 271 Ankica Dmjehal . . . . . . . . . . . 36, 173
Zlata Bogovi . . . 30, 95, 166, 238, 260 Ana Dolenec Truban . . . . 36, 173, 265
Marija Bolec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31, 167 Helena Dolovak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 138
Dubravka Bori . . . . . . . . . 32,168,262 Dan Doman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 336, 382
Jovanka Boi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 268 Vania Domiciano . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 317
Josipa Braut . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 33, 169 Branka Domjani . . . . . . . . . . . 37, 174
Alen Brezak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 Grozdana Drakovi . 38, 175, 261, 264
Rita Brgi Stoki.. . . . . . . . 33, 110, 169 Smajil Durmievi . . . . . . . . . 289, 341
Bouwe Brouwer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272 Medina Danbegovi . . . . . . . . . . . 290
Predrag Bubanja . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 285
Leo Bucifal . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 Vladimir M. ukovi. . . . . . . . . . . . 354
Helen Buckingham . . . . . . . . . . . . . 256 Nikola ureti . . . . . . . . . . . . 143, 151
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Milutin urikovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 Nada Jamenica . . . . . 43, 181, 257, 263

Duan urii . . . . . . . . . 345, 351, 354 Ksenija Jaklenec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262
Tina urii. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 Stjepan Jakevac. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 22
arko L. urovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355 Martina Janjei. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130
Josipa Jeloveki . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 124
Kathleen Earsman . . . . . . . . . . . . . 401 Ivica Jembrih Cobociki . . 44, 182, 257
Nevenka Erman . . . . . . . . . . . . . 38, 176 Harvey Jenkins . . . . . . . . . . . . 269, 270
Dubravka Jovanovi . . . . . . . . . . . . 355
Millor Fernandes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 309 Martina Jovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129
Lorin Ford . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120, 290 Monika Jugec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136
Rosalva Freitas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 268 Patrik Jurkin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .130
eljko Funda . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 142
Hamdija Kala . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355
Dean Ganza. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .113 Milorad L. Kalezi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355
Anto Garda . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23 Branka Kamenek . . . . . . . . . . . . . 292
Goran Gatalica . . . . . . . . 39, 176, 261 Robert Kania . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 292
Anica Gei. . . . . . . . . . . . .40, 177, 262 Nada Kanianec . . . . . . . . . . . . 45, 183
Beverley George . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 49 Archana Kapoor Nagpal . . . . . . . . 272
Ivanka Gojtan-Prodanovi . . . . .40, 178 Kashinath Karmakar . . . . . . . . . . . 272
Hrvoje Golec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135 M. Kei . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 358
Boica Gorian . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 137 Jovo Kneevi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 293
Veronika Gorup . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 137 Vilma Kneevi . . . . . . . . . . . . 46, 184
Slavica Grguri Pajni . . . . . . . . 41, 178 Krzysztof Kokot . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294
Sonja Kokotovi. . . . . . 46, 97, 184, 239
Jevrem Hajdukovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355 Ljubica Kolari-Dumi . . .47, 185, 257
Mirjana Hani Drempeti Smoli . 305 Ema Koni . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130
Yuji Hayashi. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 Dubravko Korbus . . . . .48, 97, 186, 240
Zeshan Hayat . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 291 Zinaida Koevoj . . . . . . . . . . . . 48, 186
Tea Herak .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 Antonia Kovaec. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134
Judit Holls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 265 Ivan Kovaevi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 49, 187
Ana Horvat . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 144 Marinko Kovaevi . . . . . . . . . 49, 187
Midhat Midho Hrni . . . . . . . . . . . 291 Nina Kovai . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50, 188
Nikola Hrak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .136 Ivka Kraljevi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51, 189
Stela Hrvojec , . . . . . . 41, 96, 179, 239 Evica Kralji . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 52, 190
Lana Hunjak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 Andrija Krklec. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 137
Kristina Kroupa . . . . . . . . . . . . 52, 190
Nataa Ili . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 Pravat Kumar Padhy. . . . . . . . . 258, 271
Dan Iulian . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 257 Marko Kuntek . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135
Ante Mate Ivandi . . . . . . . . . . . 42, 180 Yasuko Kurono . . . . . . . . . . . 122, 296
Julija Ivi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 43, 181 Natalia Kuznetsova . . . . . 69, 296, 338
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Vesna Lecher-varc . . . . . . . . . 52, 191 Vlatka Musta. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130

Martin Leljak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136 Jasmina Muini . . . . . . . . 59, 198, 262
Paulo Leminski . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 310
Chen-ou Liu . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272, 297 Jasminka Nadaki orevi . . . . . 273
Jelena Lojen . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .131 Ivan Nadilo . . . . . . . . . . . . 60, 146, 199
Petar Lovri . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .123 Boris Nazansky . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 148
Tonka Lovri . . . . . . . . . . 53, 191, 258 Patricia Neubauer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 276
tefanija Ludvig . . . . . . . . . . . . 54, 192 Laura Nei . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132
Vladimir Ludvig . . . . . . . . . . . . 54, 192 Patrik Nikifor. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 133
Horst Ludwig . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 278 Blagoje Niavi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356
Ljiljana Lukaevi . . . . . . 98, 241, 261 Marija Novota . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 265
Andrius Luneckas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 298
Thiago Luz. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 317 Mariusz Ogryzko . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272
Tugomir Orak . . . . . . . . . . 60, 200, 263
Carole MacRury . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 Zdenko Ore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 61, 201
Eva Magdi Govedarica . . . . . . . 127
Timjana Mahei 5 5, 99, 112, 193, 242, Oprica Padeanu . . . . . . . . . . . .299, 383
263 Iva Marija Padovan . . . . . . . . . . . . 131
Vjera Majstrovi . . . . . . . . . . . . 55, 193 Ivan Pahernik . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .61, 201
Ruica Jerka Manojlovi . . . . . . . 20 John Parsons . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 342
Marija Mareti . . . . . . . . . . . . 56, 194 Dejan Pavlinovi . . . . . . . . . . . . 62, 202
Tomislav Mareti 57, 147, 195, 388, 401 Graham Peacock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 86
Jacek Margolak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 258 Verica Peacock . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 18
Marija Mari . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129 Milica Perdi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 63, 202
Petra Mari . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 131 Predrag Pei-era . . . . . . . . . . . . . 269
Dubravko Marijanovi . . . . . . . . . . 152 Borna Petak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129
Jos Marins . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 318 Sanja Petrov Vlahovi . . . . . . . . 64, 203
Ivo Markulin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 31, 265 Stanko Petrovi . . . . . . . . . . . 64, 204
Savo Martinovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 355 Zvonko Petrovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 23
Duko Matas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 57, 196 Dunja Pezelj-Jurlin . . . . . . . . . . 65, 205
Mirjana Matin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130 Donatella Pincin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .132
Michael McClintock . . . . . . . . . . . . 383 Alka Pintari . . . . . . . 66, 101, 206, 245
Sandro Miccoli . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 322 Josip Jakov Planini . .66, 101, 206, 244
Duan Mijajlovi Adski . . . . . . . . . 268 Darko Plaanin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 24
Vesna Milan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .58, 196 Zlatko Pochobradsky . . . . . 67, 120, 206
Malvina Mileta . 11, 58, 100, 197, 243 Marija Anela Pogorili . . 67, 102, 114,
Marela Mimica . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15 207, 245, 260, 270
Vasile Moldovan . . . . . . . . . . . 271, 383 Alexander Pontes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 323
Ljudmila Milena Mri 59, 101, 198, 243 Jasna Popovi Poje . . . . . . 68, 139, 208
Enver Muratovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356 Ivo Posavec . . . . . . . . . . . 69, 209, 264
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Marijan Poslonec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 Radhey Shiam . . . . . . . . . 267, 271, 303

Ljerka Potek Jelaa . . . . . . . . . 70, 210 Leona Skori . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 126
Jasminka Predojevi . . . . . . . . . 71, 210 Mira Smerke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .75, 216
Antonija Preseki . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .133 Ana Smrk Habazin . . . . . . . . . . .76, 217
Patricia Prime . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 299 Amauri Solon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 327
Vanessa Proctor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 267 Tatjana Stefanovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 266
ivko Prodanovi . . . 71, 121, 211, 258 Vesna Stipi . . . 1 1, 77, 104, 141, 218,
Paula Marija Prir . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130 247, 261
Doris Pucevi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130 Rudi Stopar. . . . . . . . . 78, 121, 219, 264
Senadin Pupovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356 Dinko Sule . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 45, 78, 219
Vida Pust krgulja . . . . . . . . . . . 72, 212 Vjekoslav Suli . . . . . . . . . . . . 79, 220
Zrinka Supek Andrijevi . 8 0, 105, 221,
Izeta Radetinac . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 300 250, 259
Goran Radievi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 301 Tomasz Szymczak . . . . . . . . . . . 11, 303
Ivan Radievi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132
Ljubomir Radovanevi . . 72, 150, 157, Boidar L. eki . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357
159, 212, 265 Miun iljak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357
Nelica Ivanovi Radovi . . . . . . . 356 Miljenko imunovi . . . . . . . . . 81, 222
Slavica Rajkovi Radonji . . . . . . . 356 Boidar kobi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 268
Mirjana Rajter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 73, 213 Dimitrij krk . . . . . . . . . . . . . 304, 384
Janja Raoni . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356 Franka krobo . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129
Zoran Raoni . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357 Mihael najder . . . . . . . . . . 129, 130
Elaine Riddell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 258 Remio oi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .81, 222
Maja Rijavec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 73, 213 eljko poljar . . . . . . .82, 106, 223, 251
Dragan J. Risti . . . . . . . 267, 301, 347 Ljubica pori . . . . . . . . . . . . 83, 224
Aalix Roarke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 271 Matea pori . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .128
John Brian Robertson . . . . . . . . . . . 302 Vladimir uk . . . . . . . . . . .83, 225, 264
Vjekoslav Romich . . . . . . . . . . . 74, 214
Daniel A. Rosas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 385 Eduard Tara . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 272, 384
Stjepan Roi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75, 215 Luisa Tassa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .126
Monika Rumbak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .137 Dietmar Tauchner . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270
Ulisses Tavares . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 331
Francesco de Sabata . . . . . . . . . . . . 269 Diana Teneva . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 385
Tereza Salajpal . . . . . . . . 11, 103, 246 Frans Terryn . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259
Kuheli Santra . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 266 Lorena Tomeak . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .131
Sidnei Schneider . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 324 Petra Toni . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 132
Carl Seguiban . . . . . . . . . . . . 266, 273 Borislav Trajkovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 346
Goran Sekulovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357 Marija Trinajsti Boi . . . . . 84, 226
Antonija Selakovi . . . . . . .75, 117, 215 Silva Trstenjak . . . . . . . . . . 85, 227, 261
Matea Sever . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 129 Karla Tuek . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123
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Paola Tuek . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123 Julie Warther . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259

Elaine Whitman . . . 2 38, 244, 249, 298,
Mirko Varga . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 264 385
Saa Vai . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259, 267 Neal Whitman . . . . 2 38, 244, 249, 266,
Patricija Vegel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 125 298, 305
ermano Vitasovi . . 8 5, 107, 118, 227, Billie Wilson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 306
251 Robert Wilson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 337
Branka Vojinovi Jegdi . . . . . 259, 268
Jadranka Vuak . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87, 228 Jadran Zalokar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90, 231
Mara Vueti . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 357 Andrej Zbanik . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90, 232
eljka Vuini Jambrei . . . . . .88, 229 Boena Zernec . . . . . . 91, 108, 233, 253
Blagoje Vujisi . . . . . . . . . . . . 340, 357 Nada Zidar Bogadi. . . . . . . . . . . 92, 234
Vid Vukasovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 275 Vanice Zimerman Ferreira . . . . . . . 333
ura Vukeli Roi 8 9, 107, 122, 226, Ema idovec. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123
230, 252
Luka Vukovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 124 Verica ivkovi . . . . . . . . . . . 273, 274
Mladen Vukovi . . . . . . . . . . . . 89, 231 Manuel ugaj . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 124
Vladislav Vukovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 358 Darko Batan unji . . . . . . . . . . . . 358
Jurja Vukovinski . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 127
Petra Vukovinski . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .124
Vojislav Vulanovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 358
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Iris
ledeni vjetar a cold wind

u travi se sakrili in the grass hidden
mali irisi small irises
Vesna Stipi, Velika Ludina, Croatia (Hrvatska)
such a coincidence koja sluajnost

I'm watching, the iris is watching gledam ja, gleda iris
and we bloom in blue i cvjetamo plavo
Malvina Mileta, Nedeina, Croatia (Hrvatska)
old frog stari abac

jumps into IRIS uskae u IRIS
what a surprise! kakvog li iznenaenja!
Tomasz Szymczak, Chojnice, Poland (Poljska)
grm perunike a clump of irises

kupan zrakama sunca bathed in sunrays
pogled miluje joy to my gaze
njihovo plavetnilo budi its blueness waking
moju usnulu duu my sleepy soul
Tereza Salajpal, Koprivnica, Croatia (Hrvatska)
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Haiku, cvijet japanske kulture
Kao to znamo, prole godine haiku je predloen na UNESCO-vu listu
nematerijalne svjetske batine ovjeanstva, na kojoj su do sada 22 jedinice iz
Japana, kao naprimjer kazalite kabuki, gagaku (japanski stil klasine glazbe),
Washi (vai; nain proizvodnje papira), dok ih je iz Hrvatske na toj listi 14,
ukljuujui hrvatsko klapsko pjevanje, Sinjsku alku, hrvatsko ipkarstvo,
bearac itd. injenica je da pomalo iznenauje da haiku, taj Cvijet japanske
culture (R. Blyth) s tradicijom duljom od etiri stoljea u Japanu, i puno
stoljee na Zapadu, jo uvijek nije na toj listi.
yagate kuru mono ni banshu no isu hitotsu
Late autumn kasna jesen
one chair for someone stolac za nekoga
yet to come tko e doi
Akito Arima, Tokio
Akito Arima, doktor znanosti, bivi ministar obrazovanja, predsjednik
HIA-e, na 29-om National Cultural Festivalu u gradu Akitai, pri Akita
International University govorio je o razlozima zbog kojih haiku treba
biti na UNESCO-voj Reprezentativnoj listi nematerijalne kulturne batine
ovjeanstva. Izmeu ostaloga, govorio je kako haiku moe stvarati svatko,
od obina ovjeka pa sve to dobitnika Nobelove nagrade kao to je Tomasa
Transtrmera, koji je haiku biljeio ve s 23 godine. Iznio je i argument, da
haiku moe produbiti razumijevanje i radost ljudi iz razliitih kultura, u ljudi
koji itaju ili piu haiku, te da haiku moe pomoi pri stvaranju svjetskoga
mira.
Hidenori Hiruta, generalni tajnik Akita International Haiku Networka,
izvijestio je na istoj konferenciji da je veliki izazov imati haiku na UNESCO-
voj reprezentativnoj listi nematerijalne kulturne batine ovjeanstva te da
Akito Arima moda nee morati uvjeriti samo Cultural Affairs Agency i
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lokalne vlade u Japanu da podre ovaj prijedlog, ve e morati prikupiti

podrku i suglasnost haiku-zajednica sa svih strana svijeta.
Ureujui, prevodei, kontaktirajui haiku-pjesnike u zemlji i inozemstvu,
osjeam radost jer smo putem haikua povezani i time smo dijelom Planeta
Haiku. Upoznali smo ljepotu i posebnosti, dragocjenost tradicije Japana,
piemo iz svojih kultura i tradicija, razmjenjujemo misli i unapreujemo ono
to svi zajedno volimo i u emu smo se pronali, povezali sa svojim unutarnjim
svijetom i potom, kao haiku-pjesnici, po uzoru na uitelje, majstore haikaia
iz japanske kulturne prolosti ali i japanske sadanjosti, nauili cijeniti
prirodu i povezati se s njom, pronai dar haikua u sebi, ma gdje ivjeli, kojim
god jezikom ili jezicima se izraavali. Haiku je skroman nain ivljenja u
iskrenosti i jednostavnosti, daleko od gladi za enormnim materijalnim
dobrima, za neopravdanom moi nad drugim biima, za izopaenim i oholim,
a to je melem za rane dananjega drutva.
Haiku je poveznica meu ljudima na svim kontinentima i time nas, poput
svih inih dodira meu kulturama i narodima, nosi jo jedan korak blie
razumijevanju, suradnji, uenju i Miru.
Haiku, the flower of Japanese culture

As you probably know, haiku has been proposed to be added to The
UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage list. On this prestigeous list are so far
22 items from Japan (for example the Kabuki Theatre, Gagaku, Washi) and
from Croatia there are 14 items. I have to admit I am surprised a bit, for haiku,
the ... flower of Japanese culture(R. Blyth) is still not on this list.
yagate kuru mono ni banshu no isu hitotsu
late autumn kasna jesen
one chair for someone stolac za nekoga
yet to come tko tek stie
Akito Arima, Tokyo
Mr. Akito Arima, a PhD in sciences, a former minister (education) and
the president of HIA (Haiku International Association) at the 29th conference
at the National Cultural Festival in Akita, at Akita International University,
addressed academics at the Akita International University in an effort to
convince them that haiku should be added to UNESCOs Intangible Cultural
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Heritage list, as reported by David McMurray in Asahi Haikuist Special on

November 17, 2014. Among other he said: ...haiku can be composed by
everyone, from the man in the street to the likes of the Swedish poet Tomas
Transtromer, the Nobel laureate of literature in 2011... Another argument was
that haiku may deepen the understanding among people of different cultures
who read and write haiku, and it can help with the creation of World Peace.
Mr. Hidenori Hiruta, the Secretary General of the Akita International
Haiku Network, claimed there is great demand to have haiku added onto the
UNESCOs Intangible Cultural Heritage list and, perhaps, Arima will not have
to persuade the academics at Cultural Affairs Agency and local government
in Japan only, but will possibly need the backup from the communities and
poets involved in haiku poetry around the world.
While, as an editor and translator being in contact with haiku poets in
Croatia and abroad, I feel joy for we all belong to the Planet Haiku. Haiku
has introduced and connected us, we have learned about the beauty and
particularities of other countries culture, we gain friends, exchange thoughts
and we grow in our learning. Haiku has helped us to tie with our own inner
world, discover that very part of us which we did not know earlier. And
of course, we learned and keep on learning about the Far East, the Japans
culture, history and tradition.
As poets, haiku in the manner of old masters has taught us to connect with
Nature, live without collecting abnormal and unnecessary material goods, to
connect with other living beings and respect them, live our lives in honesty,
simplicity and emphaty. And we must agree, this kind of life, the haiku way
of life, is a balm for the wounds of our Planet and existence of man altogether.
Haiku offers himself to the world freely, and yes, he brings us a step closer
to, not only World Peace, but to the continuity of life on this Planet (Haiku).
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In memoriam
MARELA MIMICA (1936-2014)
U Splitu je 17. prosinca 2014. u 78. godini preminula prosvjetna djelatnica,

poetesa i pjesnikinja haikua Marela (Marija) Mimica.
Marela MIMICA roena je u Splitu 1936. godine. Diplomirala je
matematiku i provela radni vijek kao prosvjetna djelatnica u rodnome gradu.
Pisala je stihove i prie za djecu i mlade, poeziju za odrasle i haiku. Bila je
lanica Drutva hrvatskih haiku pjesnika Zagreb, Svjetske haiku organizacije
/WHA/ te Drutva hrvatskih knjievnika Herceg Bosne. Nagraivana je vie
puta za poeziju haiku na natjecanjima u zemlji i inozemstvu /2. nagradom na
haiku-natjecanju Kusamakura, Japan 2001., takoer 2. nagradom na ITOEN-u,
Tokio, 2002. i 2004., zatim nagradom na Haiku natjecanju Mainichi, Tokio,
2003. i 2004., te nagradom na ITOEN-u 2011./. Objavljeno joj je deset knjiga
pjesama i proze. Zastupljena je u mnogim zbornicima, primjerice Zvonik
mi prua rukuprireivaa dr. sc. Ivana Mimice (njezina supruga) s izborom
stihova autora iz mjesta Mimice kod Omia. Uvrtena je i u Antologiju
hrvatskoga haiku-pjesnitva 1996.-2007. Nepokoeno nebo /An Unmown
Sky, Ivani Grad, koju je sastavila ura Vukeli-Roi. U rukopisu joj je
ostala zbirka stihova za djecu i mlade Plamsaji, na knjievnome standardu
i akavtini.
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Objavljena djela:
1. Volim ivotinje /slikovnica za najmlae/, Profil International, Zagreb,
2000.
2. Gnijezda pod nebom /pjesme za djecu i mlade/, HKD Napredak,
Split, 2002.
3. Zagonetke, pitalice i dopunjaljke - Mala poveala, Profil International,
Zagreb, 2003.
4. Proljeem zagrljeni /knjiga stihova za djecu/, HKD Napredak, Split,
2006.
5. Hodai za svjetlom /poezija za odrasle/, HKD Napredak, Split, 2006.
6. Reci, prio djeci /prie za djecu/, HKD Napredak, Split, 2007.
7. Cvrkutalice /zbirka izabrane haiku-poezije/, HKD Napredak, 2007.
8. Zaviajna itanica /koautorica s I. Jembrihom i D. Nainoviem, u
kojoj se javlja akavskim stihovima/, Sretna knjiga, Zagreb, 2007.
9. Mijau i vau /prie za djecu/, HKD Napredak, Split, 2008.
10. ipke /pjesme/, HKD Napredak, Split, 2008.
Mladen Vukovi, Split
Marela MIMICA was born in 1936 in Split. She graduated mathematics

and spent her working years as a teacher in the home town. She had been
publishing poetry and prose for children and young, poetry for adults and
haiku. She was a member of The Society of Croatian Writers, Zagreb, World
Haiku Association, Japan and Association of Croatian Writers of Herzeg
Bosna.
utanje lia Dry leaves rustling

sveanj novanica a bundle of bank-notes
leti u vjetar. fly with the wind
Ito-En 2002 - 2nd Prize/Druga nagrada
Svje snijeg pokriva Fresh snow covering
stari lonac na glavi an old pot on the head
snjegovia of a snowman
Kusamakura, Japan, 2001- 2nd Prize/Druga nagrada
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Vjetar donosi Winds bringing

sjemenke suncokreta the seed of a sunflower
sprenoj zemlji to cremated soil
A Bomb Haiku Meeting, Kyoto 2001
Slika palmi Picture of palm trees

na zidu praznog kafia on the wall of an empty caf
studen za stolom coldness at the table
Mainichi Haiku Contest, Tokyo 2002 Commendment/Pohvala
Neprskan kupus Unspaterred cabbage

pu od lista pravi a snail on the leaf is making
cjedilo za vodu a strainer for water
The Haiku Society of Indias World Haiku contest - Pohvala / Commendment
ena prodaje A woman selling

narane na trnici oranges in the market
dok sipi snijeg as the snow sifts down
100 hrvatskih haiku, antologija za igru Haiku karte/100 Croatian Haiku, An
anthology for the Haiku Cards Game, DHHP, Zagreb 2000
bijela majica A white T-shirt

plee na jugu swinging to the landward breeze
svakim od dva rukava with each of two sleeves
15. Mainichi Haiku Contest 2011 - Pohvala/Commendment
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VERICA PEACOCK (1930-2014)
Verica Peacock roena je u Zagrebu 1930. ivjela je s tetom i tetkom u

Slavonskom Brodu, a kada je navrila 13 godina oni su zavrili u zatvoru a
Verica u sirotitu. Veina njene obitelji nestala je u koncentracijskom logoru
u Auvicu (Auschwitz). Godine 1946. pridruila se majci u Engleskoj, gdje
je uz niz drugih aktivnosti postala profesorica na srednjim kolama. Bila je
udata u Essexu, imala dvoje odrasle djece i etvero unuadi. Dugi niz godina
sa suprugom Gremom (Graham) svake je godine boravila u Hrvatskoj. Grem
je ispektor Karavan Kluba te su posjeivali i ocjenjivali kampove diljem
Europe i Hrvatske. Verica je svakom prilikom promovirala Hrvatsku. Pisala
je poeziju i haiku, a nakon umirovljenja, objavila je autobiografiju The Find.
Guva u podzemnoj The Metro is packed
ljudi putuju kao people going to work like
konzervirane paroge tinned asparagus
Slavuj i eva Nightingale and

pjevaju zajedno lark join voices
svitanje dana in the dawn chorus
Verica Peacock was born in Zagreb, in 1930, but lived in Slavonski Brod
with her aunt and uncle until the of age13. They were imprisoned in 1943,
she was released on condition she spent the rest of the war in an orphanage,
while most of her family perished in Auschwitz. She joined her mother in
England in 1946. She lived with her husband in Essex, UK, had two children
and four grandsons. After several careers she became a secondary school
teacher. Graham Peacock is a retired British banker, a passionate camper
and inspector for The Caravan Club. Together, they were visiting Croatia a
number of years, promoting beautiful tourist destinations and Croatia. She
wrote poetry and haiku, took up writing seriously after retirement, publishing
her memoir, The Find. http://www.vericathefind.info
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Dainty fairies dance Njene vile pleu

down mossy slopes of green, leave niz zelenu mahovinu
fairy rings behind ostavljajui prstene
Sighted from afar Ugledan izdaleka

moss carpet of green velvet sag zelenog baruna mahovine
birds soft landing strip za meko slijetanje ptica
MAA BAMBI (1919-2014)
Roena u Rijeci, Maa Bambi ivjela je u Zagrebu. Objavljivala je prozu

za djecu, igrokaze, radiodrame, novele i poeziju te haiku. Haiku i tanke
objavljivala je u asopisu Vrabac/Sparrow. Bila je lanica Hrvatskoga haiku
drutva u Samoboru. Haiku joj je tiskan u nekoliko antologija i mnogim
zbornicima u Hrvatskoj. Sudjelovala je na domaim i stranim natjeajima
haiku-poezije gdje su njezini haikui esto bili nagraeni i pohvaljeni. Godine
1996. objavila je dvojezinu zbirku haikua Kucanje srca/Beating of Heart.
Bila je lanica knjievnog drutva August enoa i objavljivala u asopisu
Naa rije te u asopisu Knjievnoga kluba Dubrava. Tiskala je roman
za djecu Savez u Tvravici i suraivala je s Modrom lastom i kolskom
knjigom.
Maa Bambi was born in the town of Rijeka in 1919, she lived and
died in Zagreb (2014). She had published prose for children, plays, novels
and poetry. A member of Croatian Haiku Society in Samobor, she also had
published haiku and tanka in the magazine Vrabac/Sparrow and in a number
of anthologies and joint collections in Croatia. She had been taking part
in domestic and international haiku contests, and had received a number of
awards and commendations.
In year 1996 she published a bi-lingual haiku collection Kucanje srca/
Beating of Heart. She was a member of literature association August enoa
and had been publishing in a literature journal Naa rije (Our Word) as well
as in a magazine of the Literature Club Dubrava, both in Zagreb. She had
published a novel for children (Savez u Tvravici) and was an associate of
Modra Lasta (A Blue Swallow, a journal for grammar school children) and
kolska knjiga publishing house.
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Smrznutim suzama With frozen tears

kronje strpljivo ekaju the trees are patiently waiting
proljetno sunce. for the spring sun.
Merit Award Ito-En, International Haiku Contest, Tokyo 2003
Bremenita ena A pregnant woman at

veze - poljem se talasa needlepoint - field under waves
teko klasje. of heavy grain-ears.
First Prize The 1st Haiku Day "Dubravko Ivanan", Krapina, Croatia
Prhnue vrapci. Sparrows flutter off.

Njie se grm kupine - A swinging blackberry bush -
modra usta djevojice. the blue mouth of a little girl.
100 hrvatskih haiku, antologija za igru Haiku karte/100 Croatian Haiku, An
anthology for the Haiku Cards Game, DHHP, edited by Vinja McMaster
Prolom oblaka. Cloudburst.

Niz zamuenu rijeku An ant hill floats
plovi mravinjak. down the river.
Antologija hrvatskoga haiku pjesnitva, P.I.P. Pavii, Zagreb 1996;
edited by Vladimir Devid
Sjena jastreba Hawks shadow

preletjela preko flew over
sjenice u snijegu. a titmouse in the snow.
Award Ito-En, International Haiku Contest, Tokyo 1997
Ruica Jerka Manojlovi

(1939-2015)
Ruica Jerka Manojlovi, ro. Vojkovi, roena

je 21. V. 1939. u Splitu, preminula je 23. IV. 2015.
u Zagrebu. Porijeklom s otoka Visa, umirovljena
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profesorica hrvatskog jezika i knjievnosti, ivjela je u Zagrebu. Generacije

njezinih uenika osvajale su mnoge vrijedne nagrade na natjeajima za haiku
u zemlji. Sudjelovala je u radu susreta haiku-pjesnika a trostihe objavljivala
u asopisu Haiku i zbornicima u Hrvatskoj. Bila je lanica Drutva hrvatskih
haiku pjesnika u Zagrebu.
Ruica Jerka Manojlovi, was born Vojkovi on May 21, 1939 in Split.
Her heritage is from the island of Vis. She spent her lifetime teaching
Croatian language and literature in several grammar schools in Croatia and
many a pupil won an award and commendemt at the haiku contests under her
mentoring. She participated in the haiku meetings in Croatia and had been
publishing in magazine Haiku, and joint collections in Samobor, Ludbreg
Krapina (Haiku Day Dubravko Ivanan) and Klotar Ivani. She was a
member of The Association of Croatian Haiku Poets, Zagreb.
Tri magarac A donkey running

nizbrdo - ne staje downhill - wont stop
kia lije. while it rains.
Kine kapi The raindrops

na morskoj povrini on the surface of the sea,
sviraju harfu. playing harpsichord.
Vedro nebo Clear sky

zvuk vodopada odzvanja sound of the waterfall
umskim prostorom. echoes in the woods.
Proljetna zora The spring dawn

kapi rose miriu sweet smell of the dewdrops
na lozama. on the wines.
Morski valovi The sea waves

uspavljuju usamljenog galeba. lulling a lone seagull.
Smiraj dana. End of the day.
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Godinjice smrti / Anniversary of death
STJEPAN JAKEVAC (1906-1994)
Zelene stope
Na puteljcima Tko koga rodi Zelena paleta

(potajno) praskozorjem travke zeleno ili Sa kojeg li je neba
zelene stope! zeleno travke? ukrala boje?
Vrt-ve u cvatu! Svu no je mjesec Jesen za grmom

A nismo obojili klizio kosim krovom Uz nogu prisno ide
ulazna vrata! Proljetni nemir. prijatelj pas.

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ANTO GARDAR (1938-2004)
Siuna ptica Sav je moj ivot

leti samo kapljica vode
po volji vjetra. i nita vie.

Dan Mrtvih. Slijedei cestu Mutna rijeka
Udovica plijevi korov potoi se premjeta prevlai hrpu granja
na grobu - susjeda. na desnu stranu. preko Mjeseca.

Na nonom nebu Kroz gustu maglu Golub
glasovi divljih gusaka s druge strane ulice kljunom
puni jeseni. neiji govor. broji korake.
Reui dinju Ljetna no Jorgovan cvate!

sjetih se da jo nisam prikovana golom nebu Hrpa godina na leima
nahranio psa. zlatnim avlima. postaje laka.
ZVONKO PETROVI (1925-2009)
U POHVALU KOMARACA
Zamah papirom Jutro. Komarci
po stropu: pogodi izazivaju srdbu
prazninu zida neispavanih.
Kako veliki Spava i sebi Ubod komarca

razbijai dosade daje pljuske: ubija korektan je, hvala mu,
sitni komarci. krvoednike. znam gdje me svrbi.
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Juri komarce... Mimozna opna Sitno zujanje

Spotaknu se o lijevu prvog sna probuena komarca nadjaalo
nogu i - pade. zujem komarca. buku mlanjaka.
Psuje i broji Samoubojstvo Sav se namazah

mrljice svoje krvi komarca: sletje na nos autanom: ubodi
po zidovima. moje supruge. u one kapke.
Iz asopisa HAIKU br. 3, jesen 1977
DARKO PLAANIN (1957-2009)
nije zaspala na tom ledu planinski put

cijelu no i sunce se iz neba silazi
proljetna no poskliznulo u more

valovi u uglu sobe djevojica
na obalu donose nepokretna sjedi rairi ruke i
djeji smijeh stolica bez nogu zagrli livadu
mirna no zrana uzbuna zaboravio sam

odjednom cijela ulica bjee ljudi papir i olovku
poinje lajati od ljudi s pukom u ruci
umski poar u ljiviku

plamene suze etamo poslije kie
u nebo teku pu i ja
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OTVORENI NATJEAJI U HRVATSKOJ /

OPEN CONTESTS IN CROATIA
IRISOV MALI NATJEAJ ZA HAIKU 2015

2016. Meunarodna godina mahunarki
Tema: MAHUNARKE
Rok: 30.3.2016.
3 neobjavljena haikua na hrvatskom standardu
adresa: dvrozic@optinet.hr SUBJECT: Mahunarke
Rezultati e biti objavljeni u sljedem broju asopisa IRIS.
IRIS LITLLE HAIKU CONTEST 2015

International Year of Pulses 2016
Theme: THE PULSES

Please send three of your unpublished haiku/senryu
Deadline: March 30, 2016.
E-mail: dvrozic@optinet.hr
Subject: IRIS haiku contest
Language: English
Poets from the area of ex-Yugoslavia are welcomed to send their haiku
in their language; it will be translated into English and judged in the
international section. The winners will be advised by an e-mail message, the
results will be published in IRIS in 2016.
BUIJADA, Ivani Grad, 2016.

Turistika zajednica Grada Ivani-Grada i Udruga Tri rijeke Haiku
pjesnici otoka Ivania iz Ivani-Grada organiziraju natjeaj za haiku poeziju:
Tema: B U A (misirka, tikva, beskorka, bugarka, pekunica, bundeva).
Rije bua (ili njene istoznanice) ne mora biti navedena u haikuu.
Jezik: hrvatski standard (3 haiku - neobjavljeni)
kajkavsko narjeje (3 haiku neobjavljeni)
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Rok: 30.6.2016.
E-mail adresa: dvrozic@optinet.hr SUBJECT: Buijada 2016.
Molimo aljite haiku zajedno s podacima o autoru u poruci, bez privitaka
ili na adresu: Turistika zajednica Grada Ivani- Grada, Natjeaj za haiku,
Moslavaka 11, 10310 Ivani Grad
PUMPKIN FESTIVAL, Ivani Grad, Croatia 2016

Tourist Board of the town of Ivani Grad and the Haiku Association Three
Rivers, Croatia, organize an international haiku contest in English:
Theme: Pumpkin/Gourd (not necessarily mentioned in the haiku)

Unpublished haiku/senryu
In English 3 works
Poets from the area of ex-Yugoslavia are welcomed to send their haiku in their
language; it will be translated into English and judged in the international section.
Dealine: June 30, 2016
E-mail: dvrozic@optinet.hr SUBJECT: Pumpkin 2016
The results will be published in IRIS in 2016 and the winners informed
accordingly.
THE KLOTAR IVANI HAIKU CONTEST HAS BEEN WITHDRAWN.
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HAIKU / CROATIAN HAIKU
Mirta Abramovi, akovo
kripe vrata.
Okreu se marame i
dva eira.
Tresak stakla.
Kolona kamiona
kroz no.
Pun oblak kie

lak kao
pero.
ivahna voda
razli u dolini
mirnou obalama.
Crna vlas i
otisak stranjice na
sjedalu sumnja.
Rajka Aneli Maslovari, Biograd na Moru
Na ednoj njivi
gledajui u oblake
zaspao seljak.
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Iekivanje,
hoe pa nee kia
iz oblaka.
Prekid radova,
u isuenoj bari, laste
ekaju kiu.
Previe sunca
i guterice oblizuju
rosni kamen.
Ljerka Antoni, Osijek
U vezi s makarama
Kucaju makare
Na veernja vrata
Za bombon, za jabuku
Cijeli se dan
Maskirala u vjeticu
Svi je prepoznali
Ovnujski rozi
Urokljive oi
Zvonarska makara
Traim Anu
A ona
U kostimu princeze
Mi smo makare
Udijelite nam
Bilo to
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Kovitlacem magle
Otplesale makare
Cvre pokladnice
Danica Bartulovi, Podstrana
nepozvan
ispod kunih vrata
valoviti vjetar
pokoje zrno groa

ne moraju u trgovinu
vorci
planina
kula u oblacima
grak gavrana
bjee konji
iskau rijeke iz korita
Oe nebeski
kad li e im
ponestati vode
mrki oblaci
die se oluja
preskae preko valova
hrabra brodica
dijeli ruak
jato grdelina
u dvoritu
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Smiljka Bilankov, Zagreb
zamaglila se
stakla naoala
od poljubaca
smokva
urasla u kamen
neda se
brie prainu
sa starog oltara
krpom i suzama
Zlata Bogovi, Varadin
Cirkus u gradu
kroz mnotvo sreu trai
usamljeni klaun
Sav u snijegu
stari mlin vrti kamen
rasipa brano
Ledena soba
u mraku otkucaji
staroga sata
Snjena meava
kvrgava cjepanica
straari uz pe
Kajkavsko narjeje
Fijue veter
pred cirkvom tef lovi
svoj sveteni krlak
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rni oblaki
skrili falaek neba
diee cvetje
Merzleno jutro
na klupu pod oblokom
sela se magla
rlena roa
spua svoje latice
odcvelo leto
Samoborek
bez dima i putnika
prohladna no
The Samobor train

without smoke and passengers
chilly night
Ivo Markulin, Samobor
Marija Bolec, Krapina
Kakva frizura!
Jedna kugla empresa
na drugoj lei.
U hladnoj noi
od zime ili enje
drhti djevojka.
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Pred kuom brino

rairenih ruku
baka eka unuka.
S neba se
strelovito obrui jastreb
u ljetno podne.
Odnekud izneneda
raskutra kosu djevojke
silovit vjetar.
Dubravka Bori, Podgora
arak papira
zarobio trag pera
pria u sivom

kroz prozor sunce
pada na topli poret
povratak ljeta
probdjevena no
u vlanim zjenicama
samo dijete
akavsko narjeje
putujen brdom putujem brdom

ukazije se muore ukazuje se more
duboko dien duboko diem
sjena kaleba sjena galeba

na muliu od stinjie na kamenom muliu
klimo bonaci pozdravlja more
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pruen u muoru pruen u moru

kampaniel sa zvonima dug zvonik sa zvonima
zazvoni puodnie zvoni nam podne
Josipa Braut, Vikovo
U ribarnici
srdela iz kaete
bistro gleda
Korica kruha
posvaala jato
galebova
Kriva rije
buket rua zavrio
u kou
Zubato sunce
iza prozorskog stakla
starac se grije
Na ulici
vjetar otima lie
smetlaru
Rita Brgi Stoki, Barban
jutarnje zore
britki pogled vujaka
zvukom bia
djedova slika
stari okvir mirie
uspomenama
33
bljeskaju zvijezde
u naruju zaspala
Stara godina
guter na zidu
razbjeali se mravi
u grupicama
Borivoj Bukva, Rijeka
Vanka snijei,
tamna i mrzla no
tragovi psa.
Darivatelj
pijavice hrani
svojom krvi.
Mojim venama
protiu kapi krvi
to ivot znae.
Kap po kap
godinama tako
100 kapi.
Boca s piem.
Darivatelji na okupu
feta uz ank.
Krvni tlak i
farmaceutska industrija
u suglasju.
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Silvija Butkovi, akovo
Bijela se livada
ispruila u vrtu.
Nigdje cvijeta.
Na ploniku
staracs violinom.
Oda samoi.
Zavijanje psa.
Na postelji boluju
i ovjek i ivot.
Vranci u kasu.
Zaplela se u grive
pjesma vjetra.

Ana Dabac, Dugo Selo
Pasja vruina.
Koraci ne zastaju
pred izlozima.
Povratak kui.
Ne prepoznajem lica
prvih susjeda.
Magla se vue.
Zrakom leluja miris
aja s medom.
Strmim obronkom
oslonjeno na sjene
zalazi sunce.
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Proljetna kia.
Slapovi vodenika
preplavljuju vrt.
Jutarnje sunce
ubacilo zrake u
prosjakov eir.
Ankica Dmejhal, Zagreb
Zimska no.
Bez razloga, tek tako
sluam susjede.
Gasi se vatra
u dubokoj noi.
Netko kuca na vrata.
Dim
ocrtava
prvo ovogodinje jutro.
Ana Dolenec Truban, Zagreb
snjene pahulje
tope se zvijezde
na djejem dlanu
sunano nebo
s borovih grana kaplje
otopljeno inje
u vrtu trava
posuta cvjetovima
vjetar u ljivi
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aka kinice
u upljoj duplji bukve
pije kosica
Kajkavsko narjeje
sveti tri kralji

deec z vedrom na zdenco
grabi jaboko
zablen kolovert
na vreteno spredena
pavokova nit
Branka Domjani, Zagreb
More se pjeni
ja sama na obali
valove grlim.
Mirisi lipa
pokazuju mi put
u ljetnoj noi
Kajkavsko narjeje
rlena roa
oti metulek na njej
pak se gledijo.
Stoji pred hiom

diea lipa stara
letno popoldan
37
Grozdana Drakovi, Hum na Sutli
otpada lie
na stablu sve vidljivije
gnijezdo vrana
jesenska veer
posljednje zrake sunca
crvene oblake
zvidi sjeverac
u pei namiguju
oi eravice
vjetar raznosi
ruiaste latice
vinogradarske breskve
pue sjeverac
stabljike kukuruza
sve golije
sjena kue
klizi preko travnjaka
nestaje mraz
proljetni lahor
kroz prozor ulazi miris
lipinog cvijeta
Nevenka Erman, minj
uz deblo trenje
mravi u procesiji
nekamo ure
38
juha iz zdjele
kroz stakleni poklopac
provocira muhe
zuj komarca
sitnim rilcem ispija
krv i ivce
djeji poljubac
naboranom licu vraa
osmijeh mladosti
Goran Gatalica, Zagreb
mladoj djevojci
u ledenoj dvorani
na licu balet
lie treperi
u apstrakciji vjetra
poela jesen
uvari reda
na ulici uvaju
svog predsjednika
nedavni snijeg
na rubu anka krme
spava skitnica
u jantaru
leptir svojim krilima
uva vrijeme
39
Anica Gei, Zagreb
Boi na Zrinjevcu;
stare platane odlaze,
stasaju mlade.

Jesenski suton
uz koncert saksofona
ispriao priu.

Sa lagom na kavi
promatrajui ene,
srknuo i osu.
Novogodinja veer;
bolesnici umiru
pjesma osoblja.

Jutros vrane,
krv bolesnika i
jauk maia.

U sobi;
grickano mlado lie
i skelet leptira.
Ivanka Gojtan-Prodanovi, Zagreb
djeji amor
nadglasao i pjev kosa
kolsko dvorite
otvoren prozor
miris pokoene trave
donio vjetar
40
ume valovi
daleki tihi zvuk
ljeto u sjeanju
Slavica Grguri Pajni, Delnice
pokrivena no
eljama i nadom
nove godine
noni nemiri
tisuama svjetiljki
nova nadanja.
Stela Hrvojec, Zagreb
bijela orhideja
u bijeloj saksiji
isto prijateljstvo
poklon-podmetai
australski klokani
skakue domaica
pusta plaa
pijesak formira gredica
vrt zalijevaju valovi
U publici HNK-a
opaki razbojnici
dobili pljesak
41
Ante Mate Ivandi, Zagreb
u zavjetrini
krilca konjske smrti
ko skamenjena
duboka no
na mom uzglavlju
bdije tek mjeseina
zalazi sunce
pas lutalica rei
na svoju sjenu
u zimsko jutro
galebi prate brod
dok isplovljava
najava zime
ponad trnice dralovi
i miris suene ribe
sijeanjsko jutro
kripi zamagljeno okno
dok ispisujem elju
razdanjuje se
mokra pauina miluje
nabrekle pupoljke
s vrbinih pupoljaka
njiu se kapljice rose
na nitima pauine
u zrcalu ribnjaka
propne se javorov list
pa potone
42
vjetrovita no
po krovu automobila
bubnja kestenje
utaj u kronji
to vjeverica ubire
zadnje orahe
Julija Ivi, Zagreb
Tiho, pram po pram

s neba pada cvijee
i pokriva trag.
Uz blatnjavi put
procvjetao dragoljub,
jedan jedini.
Poasna straa.
Piju uz pokojnika
i nazdravljaju.
Nada Jamenica, Sveti Kri Zaretje
ribii
pecaju tiinu
u krugovima

most na jezeru
ona popravlja kosu
odrazu
Krka
igra skrivaa
uz autocestu

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velika kola
sazvijee krijesnica
upreglo Mjesec

nono nebo
kroz ralje masline
sipi mjeseina
Ivica Jembrih Coboviki, Varadin

Zvonku Petroviu
Vrt pun cvijea.
Vratio se ratnik
praznog rukava.
Poslije tue
strai se svoje sjene
mrtvo strailo.
Titraj oiju.
Crv presijeca tiinu
u praznom domu.
ilim cvijeem
u naoj Hallerovoj
Zvoni-ni Zvonku.
Kajkavsko narjeje
Zipka pak kriplje. kripi kolijevka.

Na najju erv ceca Na tavanu crv sie
detinsve moje. moje djetinjstvo.
Nema traga k hie. Kua bez prtine.

Nikoga nie doma Nitko nije doma,
zapuh na pragu. zapuh na pragu.
44
Zid v pavuine Pauina na zidu

deek kisne ez riep crijep prokinjava
hia je prazna. kua je prazna.
Nada Kanianec, Vrbovec
istresem na stol
popadale jabuke
mravi u bijegu
nedohvatljive
dvije jabuke na vrhu
hrana pticama
pod svjetlom lampe

brojim prve pahulje
bre su od mene
na prilazima
zasnijeeni auti
ljutnja vozaa
45
snjeni putovi
na izlazu iz grada
posve se izgube
Vilma Kneevi, Vikovo
na planini
sunce pali krijes
zalazak
stari suhozid
prihvatio hrast
za susjeda

rani etai
probuenog grada
kljucaju

svileni kiobran
iz prolog stoljea
tragovi kapi

pauk u bijegu
na leima
bijela kuglica

iz muara
miris bosiljka
osvjeio sobu

Sonja Kokotovi, Zagreb
samo je ula.
cijelom sobom vlada
kreposna tiina
46
nudei krila
krajikom oka dira
plavet dana
utei vjetar
otjerao mjesec
na poinak
padina jutra
biserne kapi kie
nosi daljina
na vrhu stijene
gdje izvire tiina
bdijui sokol
iznenadna kripa
mrvi trenutke
misli o niemu
Ljubica Kolari-Dumi, Rijeka
svakog proljea
isti mirisi zemlje
iz prvih brazda
poslije kie
zemlja rairila sag
duginih boja
bistri potoi
popio vodu s brijega
pa poskakuje
47
Dubravko Korbus, Ivani Grad
niz tobogan
nekoliko kapi sputa se
u jednom curku
nakrivljen eir
osmijeh pun slamki
novo strailo
ni vali ni al
ne znaju to bi
s koricom kruha
prola bonaca
vjetar prelistava
nove valove
uline svjetiljke
oivljava ih
moja sjena
Zinaida Koevoj, Rijeka
sunce popilo
more iz krapa
bijeli se sol
akrobacije dobrih
dupina iznad
plovnog zrcala
u listopadu
ponovno procvjetao
lila jorgovan
48
gnjurac u ribolovu
as ga vidimo
as ga ne vidimo
umro stari hrast

u parku Opatije
na panju spomen
Ivan Kovaevi, Polinik
Bijelu tiinu
ne naruava snijeg
to opet pada.
Bijela tiina
ili tiha bjelina
zimsko jutro.
Marinko Kovaevi, Praputnjak
POPLAVA U SELU
Poplava u selu.
Ne, ne do gnijezda
s malim ptiima!
Poplava u selu.
Iznad groblja pliva
mali drveni kri.
Poplava u selu.
Malo se mae stislo
u lastino gnijezdo
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Poplava u selu.
Neke kue izdiu
na dimnjake.
Sve do nakraj vode,

kravu u amcu prati
pas s krova.
Nakon poplave,
kolona mrava nosi
mrtvog mrava.
Nina Kovai, Zagreb
Jutro u sobi.
Igra se zraka sunca
sa zrncem praine.
Blatno dvorite.
Mrkvu, metlu i lonac
ostavila zima.
Usnuli putnik
klima se na sjedalu
u ritmu vlaka.
Stari pijanac
pije iz ae odraz
crvenog nosa.
Prva u cilju
muica u grlu
biciklistice.
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Na vruem loncu
poskakuje poklopac
oroen parom.
Promrzli prsti
pobjegli u depove
pred gnjevom bure.
Ivka Kraljevi, Split
Na suroj hridi
mladi galeb i maak
jalov posao
Treperi uma
jezivom tiinom
sunce u zenitu
Po granicama
ukaju tenisice
uma spava
Igra skrivaa.
U prolistaloj umi
grohotan smijeh
Zapliu se
oblaci
o nebodere
51
Evica Kralji, Nova Gradika
pogled
nestane djevojice
i sunce
crveni se
boina zvijezda
i ja
koraci mraka
ne dodiruju vrijeme
samo kue
u mojoj torbi
igra skrivaa traje
nigdje sam
Kristina Kroupa, Caginec
traci sutona
lijepe se na golo iblje
klizi magla
gusta rosulja
vlai ivicu graba
noica vrapca
Vesna Lecher-varc, Zagreb
Crvena bukva
Raskono obojena
Nadahnjuje me.

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Zvijezde sjaje
Ne uju se cvrkuti
Laste spavaju.

umovi mora
Vrtovi oleandra
Priroda Bake.

Tonka Lovri, Split
u dvoritu
djeca preskau
sjene rublja
pjeana plaa
za sjenom galeba
trkara pas
veer poezije
na ploniku
zgaena maka
na tavanu
bez cvrkuta
krletka
procvjetao
na reveru kaputa
zlatni bro
cvjetovi tikve
samo cvjetaju
bez tikvi
53
istresa ena
duu
starog tepiha
tefanija Ludvig, Dubravica
edno rilo
u aku tulipana
umae leptir
eterini san
opija leptire
dah lavande

truli panj
niknuli vrganji
i miris vlage
Vladimir Ludvig, Dubravica
ahura puca
ire se tanka krila
iz njene tmine

bljesak svjetlosti
tamom dubine mora
svjetlea riba
jaglac
plaho virnu uti eir
kroz snijeg
54
Timjana Mahei, Zagreb
Kroz maglu uje se

samo buka prometa
most na Savi
Na blatnoj cesti
pregaenim golubom
hrani se gavran
Sitne estice
praine pleu u unju
sunevih zraka
Kristalne krune
nose tikve u polju
prvi mraz
uti krupna
kia note su na
ici za rublje
Vjera Majstrovi, Zagreb
ulazei u stan
unukin psi Frodo
strese apice
klizav plonik
drhtave noge
bako, oprezno!
pjena vala
otima pijesak s obale
pa ga vrati
55
zabljesnula
kronja lipe
prvi snijeg
mijaukanja
uti i crni maak
vode svoj rat
uvela rua
u vazi bez vode
sjeanja
Marija Mareti, minj
iz zimskog jutra
otjerao dosadu
talog kave
Valentinovo
stara ljubav ponovno
uljepala dan
ispred apoteke
starica prosi kunu
od bolesnika
akavsko narjeje
klimavi zubi klimavi zubi

vrgli linjake u ep stavili ljenjake u dep
lanoj starici gladnoj starici

uk na dubu uk na stablu
ukreja smih z lica ukrao osmijeh s lica
didu i babi djedu i baki
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Tomislav Mareti, Zagreb
IZBORNO JUTRO (senrju)
izborna utnja
ni vrapci u ivici
ne ivkaju

izborna utnja
razgraktale se tek vrane
u susjedstvu
izborno jutro
pjesmu pijetla svatko tumai
na svoj nain
izborno jutro
konano ptice cvrkuu
nae elje

izborno jutro
jedinstvo za ankom
nakon glasovanja
Duko Matas, Zagreb
starac nagnut nad

kontejnerom za otpad
otprhnu galeb
u snijegu su
stope ovjeka i psa
jedne uz druge
koprena magle
prekrila je planinu
nestaje obzor
57
jutarnja zraka
vrh kronje zasvijetli
gusti umarak
Vesna Milan, Rovinj
zvjezdano nebo
u parku na klupi
starac u kartonu
ulina rasvjeta
nanizana na rivi
sjena u pokretu

pune plodova
savila maslinove grane
ljetna vruina
Malvina Mileta, Nedeina
Nova godina i pas

dijele smrznutu kost
pod prozorom
smrad ribe
kontejneru za smee
narastao rep
odjednom
gnijezdo pod strehom
cvrkuta
predveerje
baka spokojem zalijeva
svoju utu ruu
58
Ljudmila Milena Mri, Ivani Grad
ljetna no
istegnule vratove lampe
gradske rasvjete
lahor u gradu
lepra kosa i haljine
eiri ure
gradska ega
sunce u zenitu
nema ljudi
lampa u parku
osvjetljava drvee
i poljupce na klupi
vodoskok
golubovi prolijeu kroz
prtee kapljice
Jasmina Muini, Zagreb
Preko jezera
Vue bijelu haljinu
Jutarnja magla.
U rijeci psie
Jo slijepe utapali
Trim niz rijeku.
Pada kia
Ne moe vjerovati
Sije Sunce.
59
Kotli uz Dravu
Ljuti fi paprika
Na jelovniku.
Kolona ljudi
Pas slijedi gazdu
Sve do stratita.
Ivan Nadilo, Metkovi
Jesenje kie.
Nabujalom rijekom pluta
ribiki tap.
Stoljetna zima.
Na smrznutoj lokvici
skrutnuti kos.
Gorsko jezero.
Djevojica na trenutak
biva abom.
za Jelu
Proljetno jutro.
Djevoica se trai
iza zrcala.
Tugomir Orak, Varadin
Ribi hvata
sjenu plavog oblaka
i cvijet trenje.
60
Za granu
procvale trenje
objeen ratnik.
Tamni oblaci.
Na oluju miriu
cvjetovi trenje.
Valovi mora
uginulom galebu
pokreu krila.
Borba pijetlova.
U tui kokoinjac
leti pobjednik.
Miris treanja
uz kripu kolica
prati djeaka.
Zdenko Ore, Ludbreg
Opustjeli trg
a mene zavode
vlastite sjene
Ivan Pahernik, Zagreb
Smrci u ikari
s gljivarima se
igraju skrivaa.
Judina uha
u bazginom umarku
sluaju ptiji pjev.
61
Beremo srijemu.
Gle! Rujni pehar rosom
pun do vrha.
Zlaahne lijeske
njeno ljuljaju
topli lahori.
Na vozu sijena
ena u krilu dri
koaru blagvi.
Ljetos je moda
imati brie od
pivske pjene.
Dejan Pavlinovi, Pula
pobjegle
pred punim mjesecom
zvijezde
iz modrog u crveno
za dalekim brodom
maleni prst
sva oekivanja
kucnu na trenutak
u majin dlan
62
Milica Perdi, Split

Sliice iz Provanse
Uz autocestu
na poljima Provanse
miruju konji
U kolovozu
uzalud traim plava
polja lavande
Svaki je prozor
u Arlesu
cvjetna oaza
Pred katedralom
mladoj eni ciganka
gleda u dlan
U tvornici parfema
mirie smrt
ubranih cvjetova
Pred kafeom Van Gogh

turisti se stiskaju
u okvir slike
Mir spomenika
u starom srcu grada
remeti ringipil
U Avignonu
srueni most rijeka
tee dalje
63
Sanja Petrov Vlahovi, Oprtalj
Kraj kontejnera
pijanci pjevaju
boine pjesme
Gladno dijete
probudile petarde
na badnju no
Stanko Petrovi, Ivani Grad
U cvjetnom vrtu
punom duginih boja
crno-bijeli pas.
Zabijelilo inje.
Na rivi krto sunce
propustilo sparinu.
Jesenjoj umi
boji pramenove
prastara moda.
Sunan dan.
Procvrkutao
grm jasmima.
Mirna veer.
Mihaljevac okupao
miris lipe.
Magleni teatar.
Nalet vjetra
die zastor.
64
Gola zemlja.
Snijeg joj urno pokriva
sramotu.
senrju
Bistra jutra,
novinskim izvjeima
zamagljena.
Selidba.
Tisue pernatih stanara
bez prtljage.
Dunja Pezelj Jurlin, Split
Jesen nad vodom;

Lie s vjetrom plovi
u nepoznato.
Snijeg se topi,
galeb na stijeni
i dalje bijel.
Ulaz u kuu;
Kad nema otiraa,
dobra i lokva.
Samo koraci
i cvrci sa empresa,
stazom do groblja.
Reski zvuk trube.

Na svakom ispraaju
ista arija.
65
Duga odsutnost.
Tu su sad novi ljudi,
drukija ja.
Alka Pintari, Zagreb
golo stablo
na krivudavu putu
smjer: istok zapad
stari komin
pod pepelom skriva
tajnu vatre
miris proljea
zaleprao zemljom;
bat na zvoniku
Josip Jakov Planini, Zagreb
Snana bura
umom se javlja jaa
zakratko nestaje

U tihoj ulici
jo glasnije odzvanja
pla djeteta
Blago jesensko
kasno sunce u ve
skraenom danu
66
Zlatko Pochobradsky, abar
ptica u travi
maka u prikrajku
smrt izmeu

brdo u meni
brdo ispred mene
dva magarca pogrbljena

jesen
tiina u bojama
prazna koljka pua

trs samotni
kamen do kamena
miris vina
bijela tiina
snijeg pjeai
u moje oi
Marija Anela Pogorili, Rovinjsko Selo
vrijeme karnevala
u makaranoj povorci
gologuza plesaica
udar valova
na etnici uz more
izloen morski trp
poplava na etnici
nakon pojaeg pljuska
parada bosih nogu
67
lasta na ici
to pokida ju vjetar
jo uporno pjeva
akavsko narjeje
odprto vuokno otvoren prozor

i u kamari kanta' i u sobi pjeva
grdelin na erisnji slavuj na trenji
nadvikivanje glasan amor

na lungomare na etnici uz more
uenici u djiti kolarci na izletu
iljaric na glavi eiri na glavi

vitri otpuhne povjetarac otpuhnuo
brkaste lase rudlave vlase
Jasna Popovi Poje, Novska
MLIN NA RIJECI
Na vidikovcu.
Vodenice mlinice.
Seoska idila.
Pred vodenicom.
kripa drvenih vrata.
Ima li koga?!
Mieva posvud.
U podovima rupe,
u rvnju gnijezda.
68
Beba u bazenu
Prvo kupanje.
Kapljica ili suza -
ega je vie?
S grane u vodu.
Zelena jabuica
nova igraka.
Ivo Posavec, Maruevec
Proljetni vjetar.
Trn akacije bocka
Sunevo lice.
Smijeh djeteta.
Nebom lete latice
Ocvale trenje.
69
Odbaen eir.
Tratinica u njemu
ivi svoj ivot.
Razigran vjetrom
Vrh bora njie mjesec.
Noni lave psa.
Kajkavsko narjeje
Snieg se jo neda,
Ali vuletje je tu!
Krtinjak die...
Veselo jutro
Skae s kota v kot.
Mujcek i miek.
rna vrva
Denes biela princeza.
Snieg do kolena.
Ljerka Potek Jelaa, Ivani Grad
Opratamo se
s flekama od vinji
zriju kupine.
Na periferiji
veselje puni se iz hidranta
povei bazen!
Na odvjetnikovom
travnjaku par golubova
brana idila.
70
Iz grma
izletjela maca,
bicikl i psovka!
Na klupi parka
tipkaju se poruke
uz pjev ptica.
Jasminka Predojevi, Zagreb
noni komarac
opet svira poznato
bezimeno djelo
predebeli pas
anoreksinu gospou
eta gradom

u hladu vrta
ena bulji u dijete
mu u laptop
ekoloki osvijetena
u mantiji na biciklu
asna sestra
otac u etnji
s dva ljubimca
curica s medom
ivko Prodanovi, Zagreb
blago vrapcima
oni su haiku
u pokretu
71
blizu neba
vrh tvornikog dimnjaka
vrane oblijeu
iznenadni susret
veselo se grle
i sjene na tlu
stara vekuhinja
bakina pregaa
prainu skuplja
Vida Pust krgulja, Ivani Grad
glinene ovce
kraj jaslica pasu
mahovinu
ljetna veer
uz more donosi sjeanje
na neko ljeto
vijest o smrti.
u mislima se javi davni
djeji glas
ledeno jutro
kljunovi vrabaca
kljucaju mrvice
Ljubomir Radovanevi, Zagreb
Povratak broda.
Sredozemna medvjedica
viena jutros.
72
Reetke mokre.
Kia u zatvor
pada.
Uz rub kanala
pliva debeli takor.
Venecijanski.
Kia ima svoja

glazbala limeni krov
trona kuerka.
Od silne kie
strailo mokri
niz hlae.
Mirjana Rajter, Brezovica
ulja kia.
Babica i puevi probijaju
se kroz nabujali vrt.
Naranasta kua
razbila sivilo ulice.
Susjedi zateeni.
Lahor uplie
jo jedan ut list
u namrekano jezero.
Maja Rijavec, Dugo Selo
A, ve je podne!
Sjene vrabaca jure
junim zidom
73
Na tratini su
utakmicu preivjele
tri tratinice
Travku po travku
ptica unitava inje
preskoi poneku
Drndaju se svjetla
iz pramenova magle
u paperje magle
Opet kod kue

ue poznate stvari,
zaudno male
Vjekoslav Romich, Zagreb
izmeu kua
komadi plavetnila
cijeli moj kozmos
kolona mrava
svi jednako veliki
generacija
malo zakanjelo
u pijesku nema traga
a more umi
sazrele tikve
od zadovoljstva roku
bakine svinje
74
Stjepan Roi, Ivani Grad
kroz vrata pekare

razlio se preko zebre
miris toplog kruha
propinje se
pod sjevernim jahaem
kripavi vjetrokaz
ljetni pljusak
do kosti mokar
pu beskunik
Antonija Selakovi, Zagreb
samuju kale
kamenim ruinama
cvrci pjevaju
kamen na kamen
suhozidi se niu
zriju masline
kap po kap, kia

zraka sunca kroz oblak
duga na nebu
podnevna ega
uspavani hrastovi
oputanje, mir
Mira Smerke, Vidovec
Mala pahulja
oteala svinutu
travkinu vlat.
75
Pucanj
u peninom strnitu
prestao lovostaj.
Zima u parku,
drvoredi u snjenim
perikama.
Kajkavsko narjeje
Kak mlieko Kao mlijeko

meseina se prelieva mjeseina se toi
po lougima. lugovima.
Pouzi polima Pue poljima

velika srebrna kaa velika srebrna zmija
rieka Plitvica. rijeka Plitvica.
Nebo trese Nebo trese

nebeske vajnkue nebeske jastuke
beli sneak. bijeli snijeg.
Ana Smrk Habazin, Zagreb
Nazubljen oblak.
Zima je utinula
tvoje sjeanje.
Na utoitu
od leda skae vrabac
bez prestanka.
Utiha.
Glasanje galeba
s kose litice.
76
ekanje.
Uz rub potoia
viri visibaba.
Potleuica.
Nakrivljeni krov pria
ovom vremenu.
Preko ulinog
mira svjetlost lampe
pohodi sobu.
Uzlutale se
misli preko svijanja
visokih trava.
Popodnevni mir.
Pjesma cvrka utkana
cijelim poljem.
Na mjeseini
jedan trenutak mira.
Potom lajanje.
Pusta poljana
malo podalje vrapci
kljucaju brazdu.
Vesna Stipi, Velika Ludina
Kutravo dijete
hodajui dvoritem
skuplja oblutke
77
udno kamenje
u djetetu to hoda
prepoznaje znalca
Vrui asfalt
u trenu rashladila
kina bujica

Ulazna vrata
ispod gnijezda ptia
ulaze osmijesi
Ravna rukama
ljutita djevojica
zguvanu kosu

S prvim svjetlom
tiho se otvaraju
latice ljiljana

Rudi Stopar, Sevnica
Otvorenih usta
ena i pas
love dah
Prevrnuta kanta
pas kopa po otpacima,
smetlar eka
Dinko Sule, Grohote, Otok olta
niz planinu
spust vjetra
jelke u bijelom
78
planina
kaput bijeli skriva
visibabu
Vjekoslav Suli, Osijek
Ispod se zvijezda
hlade zrnca pijeska.
No u pustinji.
Ptice i palme
iscrtane po vodi.
Dubai iz zraka.
Nijedne zvijezde
ni oblaka nad gradom!
Dubajske noi.
Zrnce pijeska
zastrlo zvjezdanu no.
Pustinjski vjetar.
Vraa se piljak
svome rodnome gnijezdu.
U njemu vrabac.
Crveno sunce
iznad jutarnje magle.
Sve drugo pod njom.
Kraj mrtve zmije

poljski mi pretrava
prometnu cestu.
79
Hihot djeice,
prdac nilskoga konja
u zoolokom.
Lake pahulje
zakrile sav promet.
eka se sunce.
Prosuto ito
i za gladne vrapce i
za gladne make.
Zrinka Supek Andrijevi, Zagreb
treperi breza
zlatnim liem jeseni
vjetrom milovana
zrcalo lokve
upilo je u sebe
ljepotu tornja
treptaj odraza
zapleten u jarbole
oblak u moru
plove bistrinom
labud i labudica
i runa paad
galeb na pramcu
stoji nepomino
bulji u nebo
80
brod jarbolima
dodiruje oblake
a ja pogledom
uta haljina
sui se na balkonu
plee sa vjetrom
tiho jezero
patke pod krilom ute
sumrak se sputa
Miljenko imunovi, Ivani Grad
mrav nosi
zrno eera kroz prozor
vidim planinu
njiu se oblaci
zalutala kap kie
orosi mi elo
pjeana oluja
kroz tutanj vjetra
lomi se kamen
Remio oi, Rovinjsko Selo
akavsko narjeje
Sonce putuje Sunce putuje

trage na tielu ostavla na tijelu tragovi
kupanje v noi nonog kupanja
tikva jedna bundeva

siencu je dala ve hladovinu pruila
mravli na poutu mravu u prolazu
81
lampa i grmi sijeva i grmi

oba su tila rosna tijela oba rosna
spoda lancuna sakrila plahta
eljko poljar, Zaprei
proljetni vjetar
brie zadnje tragove
none kiice
vrtlozi vode
u matici rijeke
okreu sunce
u ljetnoj noi
dnom mone rijeke
klize zvijezde
u ljetni sumrak
sputa se slana svjetlost
dublje u more
okruen vodom
bijeli lopo stremi
dotai sunce
na vrhu stabla
gore dozrele trenje
u ognju sunca
jutros se skuplja
sva tiina svijeta
pod stablom trenje
82
Ljubica pori, Sisak
pusta ulica
starica i pas sami
u predgrau
procvala lipa
ulica preplavljena
mirisom aja
svanulo jutro
na tkanini neba
narisana sjenka
stisla se klupa
u zagrljaju grana
proljetna ljubav
na klupi drhti
okupan mjeseinom
zaostali list
proljetni vjetri
haljina to se sui
njie leptira
djevojica
s cipelama u ruci
lipanjski pljusak
Vladimir uk, Oroslavje
odloiti dar
problema ima Djed Mraz
dimnjak ba dimi
83
puni se guter
solarnom energijom
tedno se grije
bijela maka
prehlaenoga vrapca
pod borom eka
Kajkavsko narjeje
h vuglu hie
Boi me lue
cifrasti cimer
dieje veselje
Boinjaka ekava
na obloku nuos
Ded Mraz je buos

na sobovem rogovlju
tumf se gli sui
jena do druge
na laponskomu triku
kape vilenjakof
Marija Trinajsti Boi, Vrbnik
Mjesec zaspao
u naruju valova.
Munje praskaju.
Rascvali cvijet
na balkonu pozdravlja
skoro ljeto.
84
akavsko narjeje
Mala ruica Mala rukica

va babinoj poiva. u bakinoj poiva.
Sence pija. Sunce proviruje.
Vjutron z mora Ujutro iz mora

njegove selzi znimjen. njegove suze vadim.
Podveer svoje. Predveer svoje.
Silva Trstenjak, trigova
ispred kue
tri kugle za snjegovia
gdje su noge

prozirne orgulje:
na slapu sjeverac
svira svetu no

ledena svijea
produila nos
snjegoviu

pono
mjehurii pjenuca
boje su vatrometa
ermano Vitasovi, Pula
Nebeskim lukom
duga je rasplamsala
stareve snove
85
Sazrelim plodom
udarila je kruka
staroga gazdu
Vremeni starac
svojom nemoi grli
tuni vinograd
Oblak i sunce
igraju se eirom
na morskoj plai

akavsko narjeje
O, dide ,dide O, djede ,djede

iz tvoje bukalete iz tvojega vra vina
teu torije teku prie
Sraka na grani Svraka na grani

broji zrnje u kortu broji zrnje u dvoritu
okolo breka oko psa
86
U grmu trnja U grmu trnja

cvitaju vijolice cvjetaju ljubiice
ruki daleko ruci daleko
Malinici U mlinu
melje muku malinar melje brano mlinar
bilih obrva bijelih obrva
Barbi na side, Stricu na sjedeki,

pipa plee balon* lula plee balon
z plesarinima s plesaima
*Balon-stari istarski ples
Jadranka Vuak, Split
Haiku niz: RIBARI
Oslukujem pjesmu
ribara koji ue
na obali rijeke
Ne mare
ni aplja ni ribari
za bujanje rijeke
Ona na jednoj
nozi, oni uei
putaju sve niz rijeku
Dok ih bujica
zapljuskuje i oni
kao da klokou
I dok se brzaci
poput dervia kreu
i oni s njima pleu
87
eljka Vuini Jambrei, Ivani Grad
Jutro na pojilu,
uoku konja igra
sjene golubova

Stari tavan,
hrpu uspomena uvaju
dva pauka

Noanja kia,
uhvaen u lokvu
kupa se list

Ljetna no
na oroenoj pauini
svjetluca mjesec

Ljetni suton
konja na pojilu dri
oeva sjena

Ljetno svitanje,
izmeu krhotina prozora
nova pauina

Stari zdenac,
svjetlost s povrine pije
mladi mjesec
88
ura Vukeli Roi, Ivani Grad
trenja kraj rijeke

oblaci ljuljaju latice
dolinom suza
ega
kolona mrava
odlazi pod temelj
oluja ptica u letu

prostrijelila kronju
zrelih treanja

senrju
etnja nudi joj

mjesto u roditeljskoj
grobnici
rabljena roba
iza polica skriva se
od znanaca
Bura juri niz

polje. Zrak se sakrio
pod kaput.

Prohladni zimski
zornjak. Sunce prispalo
svoju budnicu.

Upeklo sunce.
Skrilo se za oblakom.
I njemu lake!
89

Bijeli cvijet
niknuo u kamenu.
Ui me ivotu.
Jadran Zalokar, Rijeka
u prolazu jo toplije
stisak ruke pometaa
na ulici
mojim koracima
puni mjesec odlunjao
nonim nebom
zimska bura
nije odolila pridruiti se
zagrljaju prijatelja
blista drvored
koracima mjerimo
umsku stazu prolosti
Andrej Zbanik, abar
sjedim u tami
i probavljam strahove
te zidove slobode
stara stolica
svjedoi mnotvo dua
kroz san praine
crkveno zvono
dostojanstveno pjeva
kroz ivot i smrt
90
more ga troi
u njemu bijes svoj lomi
al' kamen uti
u utrobu sna
sakrila se lutkica
pobjegla od izloga
Boena Zernec, Krapina
MUZEJ EVOLUCIJE
Doekuju nove ljude
nepomini uvari
muzeja.
Zimuje drvee
u zrcalima proelja
iza Zemlja uda.
Oda rukama!
Oblikuju alat sebi
jae od kamena.
udesan alat
izrauje prvi
kameni alat.
Puzle prolosti
s ljubavlju sloene
u priu o ovjeku.
Dama i pralovac.
Struno odmjeravanje
kvalitete krzna.
91
U spilji od stakla
griju se pralovci.
Prtimo snijeg.
Na kraju puta
ovjek astronaut
na Mlijenom putu.
Na izlazu poetak:
um lia, ubor vode
put do nalazita.
Nada Zidar Bogadi, Zagreb
Bujica.
Proljetno pospremanje
rijeke.
Po plaama
niu gljivoliki
suncobrani.
Ulazi s nama
u hotelsku sobu
miris bora.
Na tavanu.
Uspomenu pojela
crvotoina.
Ljetni dan.
Bumbar me upoznaje
s livadskim cvijeem.
92
U planini.
Vijugavi puteljak
vodi u nebo.
Taj cvrkut!
Ne moe ui
u moju pjesmu.
Veljaa.
Cijelu no mjaue
moja ulica.
Pliani medo.
Proljee ga nije
probudilo.
Maslaci
u proljetnom juriu
na mamuticu.
93
TANKE HRVATSKIH AUTORA
utim u dui
ubor jesenjih kia
tvoji koraci
to s tugom odlaze daleko
nepoznatom proljeu.
Zjape gnijezda
u gru odlazeih ptica
nestaje jesen.
Nema vie nieg
osim romona kie.
Okreem se
prema otvorenim vratima
uz ritam glazbe.
Moj pogled zaustavlja
ar tvoje cigarete. .
nas dvoje
jedno na nebu
drugo na zemlji
jutros sam usput srela
tri utljive crne vrane
94
unato zimi
nekoliko ruinih pupoljaka
otvara se
svaki dan iznad kue preleti
jato bijelih golubova
kii iz oblaka
kii iz moje due
iz mojih oiju
molim te nebo reci mi
za kim ti aluje
to je to ljubav
zbog koje srce kuca
ne znam izrei
jednom nebeskom strelicom
pogodilo me sunce
Na proljetnom vjetru
razvijorile se
sjemenke javora
djeca zaueno gledaju
stotine malih helikoptera

Hladna zimska no
uz topli dimnjak dvoje
griju apice
svake veljae zna se
ljubav ivi na krovu
95
Nasred livade
ponosno u visinu
crveni se mak
gle, tamo uz koprive
leluja jo jedan
Mirisna rua
otvorene latice
u ljetnoj noi
otrim bodljama uva
svoje njene pupoljke
Most preko Drave

baca sjenu na vodu
skriva tragove
starih tranica vlaka
pod veslom kajakaa
Dva izletnika
sa stijene runolist
ljepotom mami
prekratke su im ruke
a opet sputa se no
Niski oblaci
avion ispod kie
tek poletio
ve preletio cestu
i nestao iznad oblaka.
96
Kia mi nosi
pjenuac od kapljica
soli i mora
razliveno more
osvaja stijenje modrim
Sa dlana jutra
otpuhnuta kapljica
na mom prozoru
molim Sunce
da ne umiva lice
Lokvica vode
krhotina od stakla
satkane zime
pucaju kosti svakim
teretom koraka
jesenja veer
zgrbljena su ramena
ulinih svjetiljki
gusta kia ispire
onu od maloprije
teina mraza
drobi ukoene koulje
tiina je
sad listovi padaju
sami od sebe
97
zimski sumrak
tamo gdje poinje no
nema zvijezda
tek meka izmaglica
za savrenu tiinu
ledeni vjetar
raspiruje ar
blijedog mjeseca
otar je rub
na sjeni straila
Ljiljana Lukaevi, Ivanec
tako lagana
a ipak produbljuje
liniju srca
jedna latica trenje
na otvorenom dlanu
proljetno jutro
ljubavni par na klupi
starac u etnji
ne skida oi s jele
zagrljene brljanom
podnevna ega
na blagom povjetarcu
razigrani mak
a osmijeh djevojice
gle od uha do uha
98
kini rekvijem
ruka starca podie
ve zgaeni list
i vjetru povjerava
posljednje pismo za nju
Osamljena grlica
zove prijateljice
njiui grane.
Kosi ne pjeva skriva
kljun u poutjeloj lipi.
um oceana
dopire iz koljke kad
je uhu prinesem.
S enjom sluam zov
nepoznatih daljina.
Crni valovi
bure glasno se lome
uz prijetei um.
Metu sjene
preko pjeane plae.
/ uz mitologiju /
Duga je znak
koji nam alje mitska
boica IRIS
Nebom nad rijekom
povezuje dvije obale.
99
Mitski ljubavnici
Jupiter i Venera
u ovoj oujskoj noi
putuju nebesima
drei se za ruke.
Konjunkcija Jupitera i Venere sredinom oujka 2012. godine
noas zvijezde
priaju svoju priu
baki i unuku
tiinu rosnog jutra
budi uti tulipan
iri ruke
da zagrli malog leptira
djeai
iz naruja majke poleti
na pokoeno nebo
pero u ruci
knjigu na stolu sklapa
spokoj jutra
skitnica na ulici
prosi ostatak noi
tijelom klize
kapi ueglog ljeta
izranja sirena
na terasi susjeda
moj pogled pun zvijezda
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crni se nebo
valovi love pahulje
u pjeni
sjeanja na tebe
kovitlaju se u snu
Lijepe su
tvoje oi pune sna
i vedrine
obeavaju
obeavaju
pucanj u zraku
prepletanje krila
pad
dvije ugasle ljubavi
u prolazu zemljom
na jastuku
razbuktala tijela
a varava ljubav;
ivoti piu prie
lic pod maskama
kasna no
u bljesku munje ena;
ljubavna igra
u mati djeaka
na obali mora
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prazna soba;
na ubogu stolu
prazan papir
koraci pred vratima
bijela rapsodija
nakon podnevnog pljuska

usred vonjaka
protegne se duga
na rascvaloj trenji
roje se bumbari
oko kamina
sue se pelene
u cioj zimi
porodi se
sedmo dijete
cia zima
na smrznutom potoku
zaledi se mjesec
pored trone kuice
naramak suharaka
pupoljak rue
na stolu zamirie
pjenuac u ai
na roendanskom slavlju
pjesma do sitnih sati
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Tereza Salajpal, Koprivnica
savijen krov
pod teretom snijega
starost doma
bjelinom zakriljene
godine postojanja
trag stopala
na pjeanoj plai
vrijeme brie
trag ivotne staze
prolaznosti ivota
koraljna zrnca
rasuta pod nogama
dani ivota
skupljam rasuta zrnca
ivotnu ogrlicu
milovan suncem
u procjepu stijene
cvijet erike
na kamenu radost
propupala ivota
zvuk koraka
para nonu tiinu
svijetli zvonik
u zaspalom parku
tiina odjekuje
grm perunike
kupan zrakama sunca
pogled miluje
njihovo plavetnilo budi
moju usnulu duu
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putuje slap
uz dva plava jezera
sve do koljena
poskakuje veselo
svakim novim korakom
kasno proljee
hladni sjeverac snano
iba pupoljke
elim ih zagrliti
samo da ih ugrijem
ena u crnom
s ruiastim buketom
sputene glave
brzo hoda ulicom
ba kao i juer
kao zvijezde
prema kumovoj slami
u tihoj noi
klizi puni mjesec
prema rumenoj zori
po zidu kue
u savrenom redu
i sasvim tiho
mariraju mravi
po zacrtanom putu
i danas opet
strka u mom vrtu
jato vrabaca
bez imalo savjesti
na salati
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zabijelila se
mirisnim cvjetovima
stara trenja,
u sjeanju joj ivo
crveno, slatko ljeto
sjaj zimske noi

rasplesane pahulje
u utom svjetlu lampe
svjei i nepoznati
tragovi u snijegu
otvoren prozor
um valova i vjetra
kliktaj galeba
bijela posteljina
zagrljeni sanjamo
isprepleteni
prsti njihovih ruku
priaju ljubav
govore o ivotu
zajednike jeseni
kia nad gradom

dvoje pod kiobranom
spajaju usne
kapi kie stvaraju
zastor njihove sree
ove jeseni
nama ljubav daruje
zvuk rapsodije
snanih akorda srca
toplih tonova due
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magla u gradu
ulice nemaju kraj
kue nestaju
siluete prolaze
izgubljena su lica
ljetna oluja
udara kinim vjetrom
tamne prozore
prestraeno dijete
trai majine ruke
poljske jagode
u zapuku eira
donosi otac
nakon rane kosidbe
tone u najslai san
u zlatnom velu
sputa se ljetna no
na alo mora
zalud kliku galebi
jo jedan gasi se dan
nestani djeak
u trku za leptirom
pada na zemlju
u strahu pred ocem
teko potiskuje pla
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Sunanog dana
odleprao leptir
moje divljenje,
diljem cvjetne livade
grlei majku javu
Na povjetarcu
u stamenosti tvojoj
nazreh obline,
a ja pratilac vjerni
tek dotaknuh nebesa
Rak poruuje
napisom na pijesku
moru na znanje...
plima briui napis
poruuje visinom
Mnotvo zvijezda,
mrak mi obavio selo
tekom tiinom,
vratih se svojoj kui
kao da mraka nema
uti list plovi

esmom do Lonje, Save...
u Crno More
na nasipu zamiljam
kartu naih putovanja
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kjoka
debele oale
devedesetogodinjaka
na mojoj stranjici
svatko je u svom vrtu
a nada nikad prestala
zlatni pir
pola vijeka ekala je
da se vrati
a pola da napokon ode
od kue
vrijeme gripe
listam TV programe
u bunilu
virusi se ili vale ili
strijeljaju meusobno
No u movari
u srebrnom okviru
na zidu sobe.
U mjeseini pluta
usamljen cvijet lopoa.
Krhki okvir slike

zadrava nabujalu
blatnu rijeku.
Po vrbiku u cvatu
istrauje pela.
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Teke oblake
prti na vrh planine
stado ovaca.
Iznad crkvenog tornja
zvone nebeski zvonii.
Uporno gura
povelik skliski kamen
gorski potok.
ubor nosi u dolinu
razbijen odraz kronji.
U sjeni empresa
uklesana u kamenu
vjena sjena.
Pjeva novi zbor cikada
uz pratnju vjetra s mora.
Rasplesale se
Aurora borealis
kruna duginih boja
kripe brda od leda
u bezbojnom mraku.
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HAIBUNI HRVATSKIH AUTORA
Rita Brgi Stoki: POLJUBAC ZA KRAJ
Ove se godine ljeto razmahalo u svom punom sjaju. Toplina srpanjskog

jutra nagovjetava jo jedan pakleno vrui dan, naime, ve izjutra temperatura
pokazuje dvadeset i sedam u hladu. Vrt pored kamene kuice tipinog zdanja
istarske arhitekture plijeni svojom ljepotom. Prepun je raznoraznih boja i
neodoljivih mirisa ljetnog cvijea koje mami ose, leptire, bumbare...
U kutu dvorita pored rascvalog oleandra u svojoj se kuici uunji pas,
od vruine isplazi jezik, te mae repom htijui da ne ostane neprimijeen.
rue u cvatu
kroz roj pela
ljepota jutra
Kroz irom otvoren prozor udiem ari ljeta pokuavajui da u tome
ublaim tjeskobu koja mi se uronila u duu. Potiho, gotovo na prstima,
izlazim iz kue pazei da ne poremetim jutarnju idilu. Kapi znoja, poput zrna
graka, dobro mi orose naborano elo. Vadim maramicu iz depa i jednim
potezom briem znoj.
Utonuta u misli gotovo ni ne primijetih da se ve nalazim na promenadi
glavne ulice u gradu. Ljudi pored mene prolaze, a ja ih ne vidim, tek tu i tamo
osjetim da me netko u prolazu okrzne ramenom i nastavlja svoj zacrtani put.
kripa konica
na pjeakom prijelazu
krik ene
Temperatura raste, tjeskoba se pojaava, moram to prije do bolnice.
Ubrzavam korake, niz lice mi klizi znoj i suze. U tom komaru, put do bolnice
uini mi se nevjerojatno dug. Puna sam straha, gotovo ni ne primjeujem
da sam nadomak velebne zgrade koja je zdanje arhitekture iz devetnaestoga
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stoljea, a u kojoj se odvija prava drama. Koraci postaju tei, noge olovne,
dah zastaje, srce uurbanije lupa.
U stoljetnim empresima koji okruuju bolnicu komeaju se vrapci, grlica
na krovu gugue svoju poznatu pjesmu, ambulantna sirena tjera strah u kosti.
Medicinsko osoblje uurbanim koracima sjati se na ulaz u hitni trakt.
Pogled mi pada na malu klupicu u parku koji je u krugu bolnice. Na njoj,
drei se za ruke, zabrinuti par. Ne izgledaju mi sretno. Gotovo da i sama
osjetih njihov vrsti zagrljaj, milovanje po kosi i poljupce u elo. Tko bi ga
znao to li oni proivljavaju?
zastade sunce
u zrcalu prozora
ptica u ogledalu
Bolnica me doeka irom otvorenih vrata. U njoj vrvi kao u konici. Ljudi
ulaze, izlaze, medicinska sestra u svojoj prepoznatljivoj odori tri amo-tamo,
gura bolnika kolica istovremeno pridravajui infuziju koja pacijentu ivot
znai. irokim kamenim stepenicama tekim se koracima uspinjem do drugog
kata.
Omami me miris lijekova, dezinfekcijskih sredstava, zov patnji, slutnja
smrti. Ulazim u sivo-tmurne hodnike koji izgledaju zloslutno prazni. Tu i
tamo njima brzim korakom preleti netko, a da ga gotovo ni ne primijetim. Tek
lijenika bijela kuta ili pak plava sestrinska odora zasvjetlucaju tamo ispred
operacijske sale na kraju hodnika.
Ubrzavam korake, pogledom traim sobu s brojem tri.
otkucaj sata
na zidu hodnika
Isusov kri
Tiho otvaram vrata i gotovo na prstima ulazim u tiinu, a istovremeno i u
bjelinu prostora.
Pogled mi stane na krevetu desno od vrata, na njemu pod plahtom uurena
moja dugogodinja prijateljica koja osjeti da je netko uao te se lagano trgne.
Ugledavi mene, tekom mukom podie svoju umornu ruku i njome mi alje
lagani poljubac. Primijetih joj na licu ukoeni smjeak, a u oima ogromnu
tugu. Onako s vrata, treim korakom, bacim joj se u zagrljaj, a istovremeno
se nae ruke isprepletu u vrsti stisak. Ostadosmo tako zagrljene, ne zadugo.
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Marija zatvara oi, u svome naruju osjetih tek trzaj-dva i nakon toga
potpuno smirenje. Usplahirena pozvonih medicinskoj sestri koja stie za
minutu. Lijepa mlada dama ubrzanim korakom dolazi do kreveta i oajniki
eli pomoi. Opazih gr na njenom licu kada shvati da je u ovom sluaju
gubitnik. Jednom rukom njeno dohvati Marijinu ruku opipavajui joj puls,
a drugom rukom otvara vjee. Videi da je jo jedna bitka izgubljena, polako
uzima plahtu i u nekoliko poteza brino pokrije moju Mariju.
Okrene se u polukrug, lagano mi se priblii, gotovo bez rijei prua ruku i
izraava mi duboku i iskrenu suut.
bjelina sobe
u mirisu infuzije
suze na licu
Timjana Mahei: PENZIONERSKI PETAK
Dogovor je dogovor! Nekako treba utroiti ovo vrijeme barem dotle dok
zdravlje kako-tako slui. Zato petkom kartamo belu. Tako barem kau, - svi
su "penzii" zaljubljeni u belu.
pil karata
petak navee
kartamo belu.
Tko dobiva, a tko gubi i nije vano, ulozi su mali, (kao i mirovine), ali ima
"ia i pia", kako bi to rekli po domai, a vrijeme leti blie je jutro od veeri.
Vrijeme leti
prazne ae na stolu
pospani kartai.
Idemo doma, kae drutvo, vie nije petak, ve je subota. Samo budite tii,
kau domaini, a ostaje im sudoper pun prljavog sua.
Otili kartai.
ostaje sudoper pun
prljavog sua.
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Dean Ganza: KUBANSKI SUTONI
Zora na Kubi Varadero
Dok su se titraji zraka jo kovitlali, a tijelo, to letjee do nedavno preko

tisuu kilometara na sat, smirivalo otkucaje na crvenom tlu Kube, nemir se
stiavao zajedno sa sutonom sunca u tirkiznom moru Atlantika (odnosno
Meksikog zaljeva).
Ploviti duom
Po morima svijeta
Gasiti nemir
Pogledi tamnih oiju u sumrak vreloga dana na snjenobijelim pjeanim
plaama bili su kao susret s rajem to za neke bijae pakao ili moda tek
istilite due. Nismo dorasli njihovom svijetu, tek smo putnici u vremenu.
Obojen suncem
Licem sakuplja zlato
I uva u srcu
etnja ne bijae k'o obina. U sebe je sakupljala ostatke vjere s kovanicama
nade, tihu glazbu iz tronih kua, mirise spaljenih pokuaja bijega u san i
jo vrelih, jednostavnih, siromanih jela. Ne mijenjamo njihov ivot. Samo
sakupljamo komadie istine na putu svojih pria.
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Glazba u srcu
Na tijelima utnja
Iezao sram
Lutati du proelja zgrada koje je vrijeme posve izgrizlo, teturati uliicama
rasprodanih nada, mijeati bojaljive poglede s raspojasanim bojama. Trebalo
je vremena za privikavanje. Ali imamo li dovoljno vremena? Ne! Nikada
ga nemamo u tim trenucima koji munjevito otkucavaju tue ivote. Mi samo
smo suci bez zvidaljke, arobnjaci bez tapia, nedodirljivi igrai koji mogu
izai iz igre kada god to poele.
Nemati ita
Kao imati nita
Posve svejedno
Kad dotakne pijesak to trpi jedino modro more i um sunca koje prebire
po valovima, srce e ti otploviti na trenutak u dubine posijanih uda gdje
kraljuje novi svijet bez tuge i srama, bez gorine i jada. Zaboravit e patnje
i potrebe ljudi, dati mislima peraje da zaplivate skupa u prostranstvu mekih,
arenih cvjetova.
Roniti modro
Kao stoljetna riba
uvati nadu
Marija Anela Pogorili: BERAI U AMCU
Ispija se prva jutarnja kava. Vani pljuti kao iz kabla. Po dvoritu i okolo
kue srameljivo se ulja jesen. Uvlai se pod strehu, sjedi na ljivi, hvata
se za smokvu, vere po jabuci, pere pranjavi put, lie bobice groa i boji
drvee. Po ormaru slae dunje koje poput mirisnih gospoa iz grada plijene
izgledom i mame mirisom. Dvoritem tetura otpalo lie koje se od straha
kvri u hrpu. Laste pakuju kofere i putuju na jug. Tuno je danas dvorite.
berba po kii
duga u kaplji znoja
beraa
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Na trsima se groe od sladora uti. Viri ispod utocrvenog lia, mami

berae i ose. Prodrljivi vorci kriom otimaju ljepljive bobice i slade se.
Sunce se izmeu dviju kia nasmijei beraima i uvlai im se pod kabanicu.
Vinograd se od dugotrajnih kia pretvorio u jezero, a potopljeni trsi i kolci,
poput vojnika u stroju, izranjaju iz vode.
potopljeno jutro
vinogradom plovi
groe u amcu
Brajda se vrsto privija uz kolac i uza se stiska slatke bobice. vorci u
oblinjoj umi ekaju svoj trenutak.
usklik beraa
meu trsjem zadrhti
amac na vodi
Berai u amcu plove od trsa do trsa. amac zapinje za brajdu, od sree
poskakuje i priziva galebove. Zaveslaj ree vodu i uz tihi klokot vode i vesla,
vinogradom se zaori pjesma. vorci se preplae i uzlete jo dublje u umu.
Niz ljepljive prste beraa, kap po kap, klizi mot i gubi se u kapima kie.
zlatna kapljica
sa tovanjem se klanja
vinogradar
Marija Anela Pogorili: JUTRO NA MORU
Ljetna zora trlja svoje snene oi i osvjeena nonim mirom ide u susret
nadolazeem vedrom danu. Svjetla gradia polako se gase i nestaju u plimi
vatrenog plavetnila to navire sa zarumenjenog istoka. Velika crvena lopta
razbuktava se i sakriva svoje okruglo lice iza zvonika namigujui tek
probuenom cvrkutavom jutru.
Rasanjeno more potiho se smije. Sivozeleni kamen izranja iz unutranjosti
morskog ogledala. Srameljivo podie glavu gusto obraslu algama i
okrunjenu razblistalim biserima to se presijavaju na njenim dodirima ranog
svjetla. Raii su se ratrkali po pliaku i poput malene djece igraju se lovice
i skrivaa. Sipa se tek za trenutak pribliila povrini mora, ali preplaena
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crvenilom sunca hitro se vraa u modru dubinu. Za sobom ostavlja crni trag
koji se ubrzo izgubi u beskraju mora. Jedino se more jo izmeu malenih
otoia nadomak gradia pritajilo i pretvara se kao da spava. Svjeina jutra
ga prigrli u svoje okrilje i tepajui mu, njeno ga razbuuje.
svjeina jutra
polegla oko hridi
pliina mora
Gnjurci priskrbljuju svoj prvi ovodnevni obrok. Jednim potezom glave

uranjaju u more i uz tihi klokot vode izranjaju s ribom u kljunu. Zov mora je
velik, mami i oarava istovremeno. koljka na dnu mora ljubomorno uva
svoje bisere i uti. I more uti. Tek jedan sneni galeb izlazi iz usidrene barke
i u trenu uranja u nebeske visine.
zastade sunce ribarske mree
u zrcalu mora san ribara hvataju
odsjaj neba srdele u moru
Tiinu jutra remeti barka koja upravo pristie u luku. Ribar se vraa iz
none smjene, smeuran od vode i soli, umoran i snen. Barka se od tereta
savija i potiho stenje. Prati ju bezbroj galebova u svojoj prepoznatljivoj
jutarnjoj svai. Ribar u mornarskoj majici zaveslajem tjera prodrljive ptice.
Jutros se ribarska srea nudi u izobilju. Jedan lukavi galeb prikrade se barci i
u niskom letu ukrade ribaru ribu. Ribar neto promrmlja pa jednim potezom
ruke grabi srdelu iz kaete i dobacuje je maki koja na rivi nestrpljivo eka
svoj doruak. Ohrabrene ribarevom samilou ubrzo se na rivi okupljaju i
druge make halapljivo oekujui ranojutarnji obrok. I galebovi nastavljaju
svoj kruni let okolo barke pokuavajui nadmudriti ribara.
galeb u moru
nakrivio vrat
ribar u barci
Miris frikina raspruje se po rivi, ee trgom, ulazi kroz otvorene
prozore u sobe stanara i budi ih. Toplo kolovoko jutro zalazi u svaku ulicu
i uliicu grada. Ranoranioci urno izlaze iz kua, na glavu natau slamnati
eir i kreu svatko za svojim poslom. Termometar ve izjutra rano pokazuje
dvadesetsedam u hladu. Oekuje se jo jedan pakleno vrui dan. Pred
ribarnicom zapoinje nadvikivanje. Stvara se guva ispred ribarnice i u njoj.
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Sneni ribari s oblinje barke uurbano nose u ribarnicu pune kaete netom
ulovljene srdele i od hitrosti i umora u prolazu se meusobno sudaraju. Prvi
kupci pristiu zajedno s jutarnjim suncem. Miris mora uvukao se u ribarnicu.
srebro u srdelama
mirie po moru
ribarnica
Antonija Selakovi: MAGLA
Ve se tjednima dogovaramo, prijateljica i ja, ii zajedno na nordijsko

hodanje po parku. Grad organizira trenera. Za nas je besplatno, ali svejedno
jo nisam krenula. tapovi stoje u kutu i ekaju, a meni uvijek neto smeta.
Subota koju sam odabrala rasplakala se toliko da iz kue nisam izala. Onda
su dole neke vruine ve u ranu zoru. Iza toga me more pozvalo. Juer,
petak, dogovaramo ponovo, ali jutros se grad u magli izgubio i to sigurno nije
vrijeme za nordijsko hodanje. Ili ja stalno pronalazim izgovore? Morat u o
tome dobro promisliti.
u kutu stoje
tapovi za hodanje
grad je u magli
Antonija Selakovi: ZOO
Tre djeca od kaveza do kaveza. ZOO je prekrasno mjesto za svakoga, a

posebno za djeicu. Pjev papiga prekida na trenutak jurnjavu. Vraaju se do
njih, a one odjednom zaute gledajui novopridolo drutvo. Iz drugog dijela
lav se oglasio kao da je u lovu. Djeca trae da ih roditelji odmah vode do
lavova. Otac inzistira na redoslijedu, mama poputa i obitelj odlazi ne marei
za ostatak ptica. Bijela sova drijema. Ostajem neko vrijeme razmiljajui o
ivotu tih prekrasnih stvorenja iza ovih ispletenih ica.
na starom panju
cijeli dan drijema
bijela sova
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ermano Vitasovi: ZBRISANO HISTARSKO KRALJEVSTVO
Ranoproljetno jutro ranoproljetnog dana koji je iznjedrila bistrina

nebeskoplavog neba prua pogled do sluenih daljina, koji je mogu samo u
tom dijelu godine.
Nebeska plavet
meka postelja dui
proljetnog raja
Na breuljku Vrin s razorenih temelja Faverije nudi se velianstveni
pogled diljem Istre mile. Sjeverno Uka gora, dalje prostire se lijepa naa
domovina Hrvatska. Juno rukovet sela i gradova krasotne ljepote, u njima
zvonici, ti udesni megaliti, nose ushit due do nesluenih visina. Zvonik
crkve sv. Blaa u Vodnjanu s ovog breuljka djeluje tako blizu da se ispruenih
ruku preko sela Kacane moe zagrliti. Stotinjak kilometara dalje, preko hridi
Porer i Jadrana, vidi se goroviti dio talijanske pokrajine Marke.
Pogubna jedra
s vjetrom otpuhuju
nevine due
Unatrag preko dvije tisue godina s kula grada Faverije gledali su Histri
rimska jedra u plavoj ljepoti Jadrana koja su nosila one koji e razoriti
Histarsko kraljevstvo i njegovo obiljeje. U spisima rimskih kroniara stoji
da su opasni Histri poraeni i da su do temelja razoreni gradovi Nezakcij,
Mutila, Faverija. Poraeni Histri postali su roblje, a histarsku zemlju Rimljani
su isparcelirali i podijelili svojim zaslunicima. Zbrisano je kraljevstvo, satrt
je narod, gradovi samo u temeljima, oko njih rastu ciklame boje krvi...
Visokokolci izuavaju rimsko graansko pravo.
Od neba moru
istresao je tugu
Istarski trokut
Tumaenje rijei i izraza:

Histarsko kraljevstvo - kraljevina naroda Histra zauzimala je prostor Istre,
zauzeli su ga Rimljani, pripojili svome carstvu i tada je skonao i
posljednji histarski kralj Epulon.
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Vrin - breuljak petnaest kilometara sjeverno od Pule.

Faverija - grad na breuljku Vrinu koji su razorili Rimljani; po njemu nosi
ime cijeli kraj Roverija, prostor upe Jurii.
Uka - najvia gora Istre (1394 metara).
Zvonik sv. Blaa - najvii zvonik u Istri koji natkriljuje najveu crkvu Istre u
kojoj se uvaju nadaleko poznate mumije.
Kacana - pjesnikovo rodno mjesto.
Rimsko jedro - poseban oblik jedra.
Nezakcij - glavni grad Histra 15 kilometara sjeveroistono od Pule, temelji
grada Vizae nadomak sela Valture.
Mutila - histarski grad, ostaci na podruju Medulina.
Hrid Porer - na njemu je svjetionik na najjunijoj toki Istre, rt Kamenjak
kod sela Premanture.
119
Neobavezno - pokusno - novo
Lorin Ford, Melbourne
songbird by songbird lost in the forest

ptiji pjev za ptijim pjevom zagubljen u umi
a way d a l e k o
drifts na vjetru nose dan
dandelion clocks the day maslakove pahulje
glad hunger
bez kuerka without cottage
i putovnice and passport
pahulja a snowflake
dlan palm
kapljica a drop

cvrak a cricket
trava bjei grass runs away
s livade from the plain
ujem I can hear

jato misli the flock thinking
odlazak departure
120
smijeh laughter
krasnopis pencraft
due of the soul
tua hail
opasni a dangerous
grad burg*
suza za suzom tear after tear

odsuzile tore away
alost sadness
ranjeni wounded
gavran raven
crnokrik black croak
*In Croatian, "grad" means both hail and a town
121
Jasuko Kurono (Yasuko Kurono), Japan
the sun sunce

springtime proljee
decaying propada
Nova Godina i zvone zvona / The New Year and the bells toll
brzo zajedno ruaju brzu hranu svatko sam /
qiuickly they dine the fast food alone
hode-jedu-telefoniraju-voze-piju . . . /
walking-eating-phoning-driving-drinking . . .
122
UENIKI HAIKU
DJEJI RADOVI / CHILDRENS HAIKU
O IVANA GRANE SOBLINEC, O ADAMOVEC;

Mentorica: Ankica Dmejhal
Opet je ljeto,
kau djeca:
Bolja je zima!
Ema idovec, III. r.
Jesenji vjetar
baci strailo
i ode.
Petar Lovri, III. r.
Mraka jo nema
ali je jesen
stigla do prozora sa kiom.
Karla Tuek, III. r.

Da nije tog njenog krika,
bijela aplja i snijeg
bili bi jedno.
Paola Tuek, III. r.
123
Lie
koje je noas palo s drveta,
prikriva sinonju kiu.
Manuel ugaj, III.r.
Proljee to se ne vidi
na poleini ogledala
ljiva u cvatu.
Luka Vukovi, III. r.
Djevojica
veera sama
u jesenjoj veeri.
Josipa Jeloveki, III. r.
O MILANA LANGA, BREGANA; Voditeljica: Dubravka Mataui
Na prozeblu granu
tiho sjela bijela
pahulja.
Pahulja snijega
topi se na arenoj kapi
zima.
Snjeni aneli
najavili veselje
zima.
Miris kolaa
probudio veselo dijete
Boi.
124
Licitarsko srce
zaljuljalo se na boru
Boi.
Ledena gruda
na djejim sanjkama
zima.
Petra Vukovinski, 6b
Nebo plae
suze se pretvaraju
u bijeli snijeg.
Bijelo inje na kronji.

Ispucala zimska
haljina stabla.
U tihoj noi
samo cvrkut
promrzle ptice.
Pahulje lepraju.
Bijele sestre prate
jedna drugu.
Na zimskoj livadi
divlji hat juri
u umu bjeline.
Zimi pahulje
poput kristala
svijetle na boru.
Patricija Vegel, 5.a
125
Bijelu snjenu
haljinu obukla u
prosincu Bregana.
U zimsko jutro
bijeli prekriva
zaogrnuo Sljeme.
Promrzli starac
u nadi da e doekati
boinu no.
Na smrznutom sagu
promrzli vrapi
bori se za ivot.
Lagano proviruje
promrzli vrapi
na prozor za Boi.
Luisa Tassa, 5.a
U daljini
zimske noi, odzvanja
sovin zov.
Pahulje snijega
veselo izvode
svoj ples na nebu.
Velika pahulja
snijega pala je
psiu na nosi.
Bor je obukao
ipkastu haljinu
s injem.
126
Zamrznuti list
na hrastovu stablu
eka proljee.
Lovaki pas
po debelom snjenom
sagu prati trag.
Leona Skori, 5.a
Snjene pahulje
nestaju u mojim rukama
zima.
Zelena priroda
dobila novu boju
snijeg.
Golo drvee
promijenilo boju
snijeg.
Prozeble grane
dobile ukras
inje.
U kui sve veselo,

djeca se smiju
Boi.
Jurja Vukovinski, 6.b
ipkasto inje
zarobilo suhi
jesenski list.
127
Bijelo inje
povezalo crvene
glavice cvjetova.
Njene pahulje
prekrile tragove
djejih stopala.
Okrutna studen
zarobila otre
slapove.
Eva Magdi Govedarica, 5.c
O BREZOVICA; Voditeljica: Mira Rajter
Polek nakinena
boreka nukove oi
bleiju kaj lampice.
Matea pori, 7.e
128

Badnjak. Pored
prozora djeca oekuju
zvijezdu repaticu.
Martina Jovi, 7.e
Zvoni. Snijeg
zatrpava tragove
prema crkvi.
Matea Sever, 7.e

Jaslice pod borom,
bakalar na stolu
Badnjak okupio obitelj.
Borna Petak, 7.f
Bjelina kroz prozor.

U srcu toplina. Radosno
boino jutro.
Mihael najder, 7.f

Na Badnju veer
prvi snijeg najavio
bijeli Boi.
Dino Cerjan, 7.f
Trepere lampice
u bijelom dvoritu.
Boina bajka.
Franka krobo, 7.f

I druga svijea
upaljena. Dvije ekaju
u redu.
Marija Mari, 7.e
129
Na okienom boru
lijeno mirkaju lampice.
Maak zanjihao kuglicu.
Paula Marija Prir, 5.e
rlene jabuke i zrasla

enica spod bora
rodno leto.
Ema Koni, 5.e
Zvijezda padalica
zatvorenih oiju vidjeh
bijeli Boi.
Martina Janjei, 5.e
Deda unesel
slamu i veselje v
hiu na Badnjak.
Vlatka Musta, 5.e
Ispod mirisnog
bora osvanuli darovi.
Usnula djeca.
Doris Pucevi, 5.e

etvrta svijea
ispunila toplinom
moju obitelj.
Patrik Jurkin, 5.e
Gibanica
i bor v hii
diei Boi.
Mirjana Matin, 7.f
130

Bjelina kroz prozor.
U srcu toplina. Radosno
Boino jutro.
Mihael najder, 7.f
U dvoritu
snjegovi se smjeka.
Lonac se nakrivio.
Iva Marija Padovan, 5.f
Lampice svjetlucaju,
pucketa vatra
radosno iekivanje.
Jelena Lojen, 5.f
Crkvica na brijegu.
Boine pjesme
raznose mir.
Petra Mari, 5.f

Bjelina. Djeca
na breuljku ocrtala
stazu radosti.
Julija imeija, 5.f
Nestrpljivo
iekujem Boi. Vidi,
pada snijeg!
Dominik Baranja, 5.f
Sjajna zvijezda
i rumeni kolai
sveanost Badnjaka.
Lorena Tomeak, 5.f
131

Na Badnjak rni
maek pred vrate
bakalar dalko zadial.
Ivan Radievi, 5.f
O OPRTALJ, OPRTALJ; Voditeljica: Sanja Petrov Vlahovi
Leptir livadom
prema suncu leti
na tunom putu sam
Donatella Pincin
Svjetlucave boje
sjajne kuglice
Boi pred vratima
Gabriela Antonac, 7. r.
arena kia
ampanjac u ruke
Nova godina je tu
Padaju zvijezde
pokloni se otvaraju
Boi je tu
Laura Nei, 8. r.
Dva dana do kraja

vatromet testova.
Jedva ekam Boi
Radost i blaenstvo.
Obitelj za stolom.
Zvijezda navrh bora.
132
Prhki snijeg
pod nogama kripi.
Do koljena mi je.
Petra Toni, 8. r.
Snijeg pada.
Pada i snjegovi
pogoen grudom.
Sunce sjaji
vjetar pue.
Na sanjkama jurim
Patrik Nikifor, 8. r.
O ANTUNA MIHANOVIA, PETROVSKO;

Mentorica: Marija Bolec
Trenja prepuna
sitnih ruica.
Puno plodova.
Antonija Preseki, 5. r.
Vetar ez rep
na palici ziblje
suhe kobase.
Na gnjojnici
kokot i koka.
Ljubav ne poznaje mjesto.
Barbara Beloevi, 5. r.
133
Nebom lete
mrlje od ptica.
U kljunu nose dijelove kue.
Alen Brezak, 5. r.
Proljetni povjetarac
i zrake sunca
miluju prirodu.
Smrznute grane
diraju staklo prozora
i apuu.
U kronji cvrkut.
Jato ptica odjednom
poleti prema suncu.
uta koruza
h drvanam korujaku
kaa zuba deci.
U jezeru ribe
ne sluaju razgovor
dugonogih roda.
Leo Bucifal, 5. r.
Na zalazu
suneva lopta
potonula u more.
Antonia Kovaec, 5. r.
U mlaki vode
uz uznemireno more
rai pluta.
Marijan Poslonec, 5. r.
134
U sredini jezera
dva labuda
ispreplela vratove.
Na poetku staze
vidi se stapanje
ume i puteljka.
Jakov Bele, 5. r.
Bijeli snijeg
jo uvijek se krije
u planinskom jarku.
Stablo jabuke
zarumenilo se poput
obraza djevojke.
Brdo uiva
u veselom cvrkutu ptica
i arenilu cvijea.
Hrvoje Golec, 5. r.
Zadnji je kolski dan.

Dijete tri iz kole
s loptom u rukama.
Vjetar uporno
dvoritem nosi lie
poput perja.
U dvoritu
perad opustila krila.
Sunce je nemilosrdno.
Marko Kuntek, 5. r.
135
Na komodi u sobi
lutke pleu tango.
Nisu balerine.
Martin Leljak, 5. r.
Zrake sunca
miluju proljetnice
provirile kroz snijeg.
Popodnevno zvono
preplai ptice
i pozva na ruak.
Lana Hunjak, 5. r.

Kroz prozor
nestrpljivo gleda baka.
eka unuke!
Nikola Hrak, 5. r.
Jo uvijek
iznad praznog korita rijeke
stoji most.
Monika Jugec, 6. r.
Na oblaku sjedi
baka zima i sije
pahulje snijega.
Bijeli labudovi
preselili se s jezera
na nebo.
Cika djece
probudila bi i snjeka
s loncem na glavi.
Tea Herak, 6. r.
136
Sunce na istoku.
S lista jaglaca sklizne
i zadnja kap rose.
Djed u dvoritu
jo uvijek zamahom ruke
cijepa drva.
Veronika Gorup, 7. r.

U proljee
sve cvrkue.
Stabla najvie.
Boica Gorian, 6. r.
Drvene saonice
lee naputene, zamrznute
u snijegu.
Monika Rumbak, 6. r.
Vani stee zima.

Toplo je u srcu mladia
koji misli na nju.
Sunce grije.
Snijeg se topi polako
kao srce djevojke.
Andrija Krklec, 6. r.
137
Zaueni pogled
male djevojice zadri se
na gomili snijega.
Modri odsjaj
u majinim oima -
daak nade.
Huk sove u noi.

Nebo osule zvijezde.
Vie nije sama.
Tiina u razredu.
Na kolsko igralite
pogled bjei.
Na zlatnoj ravnici
crveni cvjetovi maka
prkose suncu.
Helena Dolovak, 6. r.
138
HAIKU ZA DJECU / HAIKU FOR THE CHILDREN
Loni na pei.
Zagrijavanje vode.
Kipue stanje.
Znatieljni prst.
Umjesto termometra
stie u vodu.
Joooj, vrua voda!

Brzo ispod slavine!
Tragian pokus.
Razredni labos.
Kualice, menzure
Zvone ae.
Paket iz torbe.
Voda u krutom stanju.
Kockice leda.
Led se otopio.
Mokar novinski papir.
Vlani prstii.
Suza u oku.
Dalek je put do kole.
Ipak petica!
139
Izloba stakla.
Guranje oko klupe.
Kakve posude!
Tresssssssssss!
aa s vodom na podu.
Brzo po metlu!
kolsko zvono.
Poplava u razredu.
Uspio pokus!
HAIBUN: IGRA
igra
lovica oko stolice lovica oko stolia lovica oko krevetia
puzanje oko stolice puzanje oko stolia puzanje oko krevetia
penjanje na stolicu penjanje na stoli penjanje na kreveti
stajanje na stolici stajanje na stoliu stajanje na krevetiu
skakanje po stolici skakanje po stoliu skakanje po krevetiu
guranje na stolici guranje na stoliu guranje na krevetiu
ruenje stolice ruenje stolia ruenje krevetia
pla na stolici pla pod stoliem pla kraj krevetia
dizanje stolice dizanje stolia dizanje krevetia
pusa na stolici pusa pred stoliem pusa pod krevetiem
ehe
smijeh heh na stolici
ehe
smijeh heh u krevetiu
ehe
smijeh heh pod stoliem
140
Sretno skakuu
nestane kovrice,
jupi, mala kola!
U strahu od zime
latice magnolije
pale u nesvjest
Hajmo u duan,
novci ba nisu problem.
Gdje je djed?
U pomo!
Brzo otvaraj ta vrata
bilo je blizu!
udesna haljina,
hvataj, eno ga tamo
rozi bicikl
Izvirila guza
iz malog tulipana
mm, cvjetni prah
Mirisni zumbul
i prezaposlena pela
fast food!!!
141
NOVE ZBIRKE HRVATSKIH AUTORA /

HAIKU COLLECTIONS BY CROATIAN AUTHORS
eljko Funda, Varadin
KNJIGA TRENUTAKA / THE BOOK OF MOMENTS
Tiva Tiskara, Varadin, 2012.

ISBN 978-953-333-002-0
pue vjetar windy

latice i smee petals and litter
lete zajedno flying together
jasna no a clear sky

krila vjetrenjae the fans of the windmill
sijeku mjesec chopping the moon
miran dan a quiet day

na konopcu za rublje on the laundry line
kine kapi raindrops
vrue podne a hot midday

stari gradski centar the old city centre
mirie po luku smells of onion
142
leim na plai lying on the beach

sunce na zalasku i guzica the sun setting and her butt
jednako okrugli equally round
povremeno occasionally
vjetar travi donese from the fountain the wind brings
kapi s fontane some drops for the grass
jasna no a clear night

novii u fontani the coins in the fountain
bljete sa zv'jezdama glitter with the stars
Nikola ureti, Zagreb
CRTE VEDRINE / DRAWINGS OF BRIGHTENESS

Vlastita naklada ureti, Biblioteka Posebna izdanja/Special Edition,
Prvo izdanje, 2011;
Knjiga 3/Book 3; ISBN 978-953-56675-2-0
Na stablu trenje Birdsong died down.

pjesma utihla. Pod njim Kittens playing under
igra maia. a cherry tree.
Utihnule ptice Still air

u nepominu zraku. birdsong died down.
Sad e pljusak! Storm approaching!
143
U smiraj dana Close of the day.

utihli su magarci. Donkeys went quiet.
Pjesma popaca. Crickets singing.
Sa ljetnim pljuskom The scent of thyme

kalama se razlio overflowing the streets
miris timjana. Summer downpour.
Podnevna jara! Midday scorcher!

U dui i misao Even the thought
usahnula. shriveled up.
Nalet lahora Sudden breeze

otkri u au noge gray heron's legs
sive aplje. in the sedges.
Kroz trsku vjetar. Shudder of dawn

Najeilo se jezero lake got goose pimples.
u srh zore. Wind in the sedges.
Ana Horvat, Zagreb
UERSKI HAIKU ZA EMILY

Vlastita naklada ureti, Zagreb 2013.; ISBN 978-953-7911-02-7
Stie proljee Spring coming

price uz visibabe shots and needles near snowdrops
u travi parka on the park lawn
144
U boji lana In the color of flax

plave se krajolici blueeness of areas
od oka mog psa around the eye of my dog
(In memoriam Azuru/ to the memory of Azuro)
al mjeseine Scarf of the moonlight

samilosno omata compassionaly envelopes
jelu i cedar a fir and a chedar
Neotvoreno Unopened letter

pismo crnim jezikom screames from the fire
vriti iz pei in its black language
Pas vezan lancem Tied with a chain

bolno pokuava a dog trying to dance
ples s leptirom with a butterfly painfully
Na trnu rue On the thorn of rose

mjehur sapunice a soap bubble
zavrio let ended its flight

Na unoj resi On her earlap
zauen se smijei smiling in wonder
mrav u jantaru an ant in amber
Propustila sam I missed to say

rei ono ugaeno that stamped down
ispod javora under the maple tree
to dati cvrku What to give it

ime ga poastiti how to treat this cricket
da mi ne ode so it wont go away
145
UTIHE
Ogranak Matice hrvatske Metkovi, ISBN 978-953-7141-17-2
Prevoditelji Zorana Veki i ura Vukeli Roi
Proljetno jutro. Spring morning.

Kroz neiji prozor A vine plant peers from
sputa se povijua. somebody's window.
Proelje kue The front of the house

crveni se on it ruddiness of
ostatak ljeta. the rest of the summer.
kripi vjetrokaz. Crackling weather vane.

Davno prekinut razgovor A conversation with a friend
s prijateljem. interrupted long ago.
Kua bez krovita. A roofless house.

Sa zidova trusi se The powder of the pastel
prah pastela. falls dawn from its walls.
Jesenje jutro. Autumn morning.

Oblanim nebom Boughs and the birds
granje i ptice. over a cloudy sky.
Posvema bijela Both entirely white

kronja trenje. I kosa a cherry tree crown and the hair
prijateljice. of my friend.
146
U sruenoj kui Demolished house

stanuju the sky and the birds
nebo i ptice. reside in it.
Pleter mrtvih Wattle of dead

stabala. Vidljivi trees. Visible
godovi. rings.
EIR PUN USPOMENA

Biblioteka Posebna izdanja, Knjiga 5, Prvo izdanje, 2012.
Nakladnik: Vlastita naklada ureti, Zagreb - ISBN 978-953-56675-6-8
povratak brodom
eir pun uspomena
odnosi vjetar
pauk kriar
mreom strpljivo lovi
leprav maestral
trenja u cvatu
nad jezerom lati se
sastaju na vodi
147
kameni baen
u jezero valii
gustih latica
Cigani pui
zavaljen u fotelju
glomazni otpad
Isus na kriu
sred krme, naslua se
ljudskih nevolja
odleti vrana
orahova grana stresa
areno lie
nona tiina
roj pahulja pod svakom
lampom na cesti
Boris Nazansky, Zagreb
BLIJESCI I SLIJEGANJA
Biblioteka Posebna izdanja, Knjiga 8, Prvo izdanje, 2013.
Nakladnik: Vlastita naklada ureti, Zagreb - ISBN 978-953-7911-01-0
puevim tragom by the snails track

noanje se zvijezde tonights stars
uspinju uz plot climb up the fence
prozor u inju rimy windowpane

u objema rukama in both hands
alica aja hot cup of tea
148
topla ljetna no warm summer night

vrh jablana razmjeta a top of the poplar tree shifting
zvijezde po nebu the stars over the sky
s vrha motike from the top of hoe

trusi se grumen zemlje scatters a lump of ground
trenja u cvatu cherry in blossom
sjene se hlade shadows become cold

na stijeni priljepak slightly open to the waves
odkrinut valu limpet on the rock
suha latica a dry petal

u jeevim bodljama among a hedgehogs prickles
konac proljea the end of Spring
mreka se more a rippling sea

rasipa u zvijezde scatters the midday sun
podnevno sunce into the stars
pognute glave the heads of street lamps

ulinih svjetiljaka ... bent down ...
prve pahulje first snowflakes
na obje strane on both sides

zviduka brzog vlaka of the train whistle
uti maslaci dandelions
miholjsko ljeto remaining heat

kocka leda pucketa gentle crack of the ice cube
u limunadi in my lemonade
149
NA STRATITU RATA
Nakladnik: Tiskara Rihtari, Koprivnica; Priredio i uredio: Mladen
Pavkovi
Ilustracije: Ljubomir Radovanevi; ISBN: 978-953-99450-1-3
Iaenje mozga Twisted brain

desilo se vanom it happened to an important
politiaru. politician.
Nacistiki ljem Nazi hemlet

na dugoj motki. on a long pole.
ienje septike jame. Cleaning the septic tanks.
Ljut kao leptir Angry like a butterfly

okomio se na he cracked down onto
oporbu. the opposition.
Svaka figura i crne Every figure both black

i bijele na svom mjestu. and white in place.
Rat moe poeti. The war may begin.
Ve polaskom na front Leaving for war

mnogi su nosili many carried
bijele krieve. the white crosses already.
150
Nad humkom Above the grave

neznana junaka of an unknown hero
procvjetala trenja. cherry tree in blossom.
Bijeli kri A nameless

bezimen a vojnik je white cross yet the soldier
imao ime. had his name.
Nikola ureti, Zagreb
LAHOR U AU / Breeze in the sedges

Vlastita naklada ureti, 2012; ISBN 978-953-56675-4-4
Lahor u au Breeze in the sedges

rasplesa stabljike, dancing stems
uzbiba jezero. choppy lake.
Proljetni pljusak Spring downpour

pokisli etai, drenched strollers,
pokisli i vrapci. sparrows too.
A u proljee, In spring time

kad ba sve ivo buja, when everything is blooming,
svici umiru. fireflies are dying.
Promuklo pseto Barking dog

ne prestaje lajati gone hoarse
mai na stablu. kitten on a tree.
151
Na odlasku, Leaving,
u nekoliko kutija her whole life
sav njezin ivot. in a few boxes.
Ljetno popodne Summer afternoon

susjed vjeba saksofon. neighbor playing the sax.
Hawkins i Coltrane. Hawkins and Coltrane.
Oko njega roj Swarms of wasps

strljenova i osa and hornets around it
crkveni zdenac. a church fountain.
Sredina ljeta. Midsummer morn.

Nad rijekom mir Calm over the river then
kripa bicikla. bicycle squeaking.
Ni ne vidjesmo: Unnoticed,
prikrala se jesen autumn crept upon us
korak po korak. step by step.
Prikazi knjiga / Book reviews
Dubravko Marijanovi
UTEMELJITELJ KOJI SE SMIJEI
(eljko Funda: Knjiga trenutaka/ The Book of Moments, TIVATISKARA,
Varadin, 2012.)
Knjiga od 320 stranica, 9,5x13,5x1,8 cm, dvojezina, dvostrana. Gore

na stranici je hrvatski tekst, a dolje naopako otisnut engleski tekst. Tko eli
itati na engleskom samo okrene knjigu odozgo prema dolje, a moe i odozdo
prema gore. Tako zapravo imamo dvije knjige.
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Zbirka sadri 300 haiku, podijeljeni su u pet poglavlja: 1. proljee, 2. ljeto,

3. jesen, 4. zima i 5. izvansezonski. Svaka skupina broji 60 haiku obiljeenih
od 01-60. Zabiljeeni su kao trostisi, malim slovima, s vrlo malo interpunkcija
(1 dvotoka, 1 navodnici, 7 apostrofa, 16 zareza i 19 rastavnica). Ispod osam
haiku navedena je nagrada ili priznanje koje su dobili.
Funda na pragu starosti, elav, s debljim naoalama, sa srednje dugim
zulufima, sijedih brkova, s pritajenim podsmijehom u oima zna, a tek sada
objavljuje svoju prvu haiku zbirku. Zna! Ali nee rei! Nee razumjeti!
Moe uti, proitati, ali nee shvatiti. Za sve treba vrijeme i osobno iskustvo.
U haiku kao i u ivotu treba sve po redu: djeji vrti, osnovna kola,
gimnazija, fakultet ili ivotna kola, akademska titula, ena ili mu, enidba
ili udadba, brak, djeca, pas ili maka, Akademija pa Mirogoj ili neko drugo
jo trajnije mjesto. Naravno mogui su i drugi scenariji. Svakom prema
zaslugama. Moe i prema potrebama. Pa i prema eljama.
U Fundinu haiku broj slogova ne prati metar 5-7-5, niti neki drugi, nego je
vrlo raznolik. Ukupni broj slogova kree se izmeu 8 i 23. Dakle, Funda pie
haiku ne obazirui se na slogovni metar. Neuobiajeno! Pa to? Nije bitan
broj slogova (koji u izvornoj japanskoj tradiciji ionako nisu slogovi) nego je
bitan njihov sadraj, koji u haiku izraava prirodu, stvarnost, takvost, ivot.
Upravo to izraava svaki Fundin haiku. Nema uobiajenog (u nas a i drugdje)
zavoenja na zapadni nain: ukrasima, usporedbama, poosobljavanjem ili
zakljuivanjem. Naravno, postoje iznimke koje potvruju pravilo.
Godinja doba su odreena smjetajem u skupine. Kigo postoji u gotovo
svakom haiku ove zbirke (osim izvansezonskih u petom poglavlju). Iskazan
je imenom ili pridjevom godinjeg doba, mjeseca ili blagdana. Odreen
je i imenima biljaka i ivotinja, te radnjama i pojavama koje se zbivaju u
odreenim godinjim dobima.
Tematski su u njegovim haiku zastupljene mnogobrojne biljke i ivotinje,
raznoliki predmeti, a osobito je aroliko drutvo koje se kree po selu i gradu,
danju i nou, od ponoi do podneva. Uoljiviji su leptiri, latice, lie, mjesec,
pahulje, tikve i tratinice.
Otpad, smee, kanta za smee, stare novine, odbaena vakaa na asfaltu,
divlji deponij, vrtni patuljak, hotelska soba, tavan, cvjearnica, streliarska
meta malobrojni su primjeri raznolikosti mjesta i likova Fundinih haiku-
pjesama.
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Gotovo beziznimno, svi haiku ove zbirke imaju radnju izraenu glagolom,
a odvija se u sadanjosti. U dvadesetak haiku nailazi se na perfekt, od toga
vie od pola imaju u drugom stihu prezent. I kad je perfekt jedino glagolsko
vrijeme u pojedinim haiku, radnja se odvija u sadanjosti. Vidi primjere u
haiku 1.60, 2.09, 2.22, 2.30, 2.32, 2.52, 2.55, 2.60, 3.54, 4.38, 4.41.
Funda je jednom ustvrdio: Haiku je konstatacija! To i potvruje u ovoj
zbirci.
Izvor njegovih haiku nije ljepota nego svakodnevica. Stoga rabi samo
uobiajene svakodnevne rijei. Nema fusnota. Nita posebno.
Sasvim je odbacio metar a prihvatio zen. To si moe dozvoliti prevoditelj
Shakespearovih soneta na kajkavski, znalac i stvaratelj svojevrsne zen-
filozofije i postati i ostati putokaz za one koji itaju, pamte, razmiljaju, ue
i dozrijevaju.
Ogroman u svojoj skromnosti, a nizak rastom i jo uvijek pun testosterona,
prosuuje i nagrauje. Kome dodijeli Graevinu taj je na dobru putu.
Kad pjesnik sam djeluje unutar svojih haiku (kosim, metem, trim, jedem,
leim, zraim) istovremeno promatra i biljei druga trenutna zbivanja oko
sebe. Nisam uoio da je ikad rabio zamjenicu ja. Vidi primjere u haiku 1.08,
1.37, 1.40, 2.16, 2.40, 4.23 i 4.35.
U nekoliko haiku vide se odnosi i bliskost unutar obitelji, pla i suze, suze
radosnice (2.45,
4.48, 4.49, 5.01, 5.05, 5.16, 5.35).
Samo etiri haiku imaju izvor u ratnim zbivanjima (2.27, 2.28, 5.53, 5.59).
I kad zaziva Isusa, Funda je sasvim prizeman, tek na visini raspela, sasvim
u stvarnosti:
sudar s raspelom/ voza trai/ Isusa
jak vjetar/ na krianju Isus zvecka/ na raspelu
Petnaest haiku mogu se svrstati u erotske. Tu su djevojka koja brije trokut,
manekenka koja gola grli snjegovia, prekrasne enske obline, dojke ili
guze u suton ili na mjeseini, izvan majice ili u pijesku. Tu bih uvrstio i
jedan iznenaujui drkaki. Sperma nestaje u slivniku tua Je li to izraz
prolaznosti? Ili kao uobiajena pojava znai da je haiku sve a sve haiku?
Zaista se svata moe izraziti u tri stiha, pa eto i drkotina. Vidi 2.39.
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U proljee na sporednom kolosijeku pare se puevi, a izvansezonski

takori u hladnjaku na divljem deponiju. Ipak iz te skupine najzanimljiviji
su mi:
gotova rasprodaja/ gole lutke gledaju/ aute u prolazu
zima/ kako napraviti snjegovicu/ to je pitanje
U tridesetak haiku tema je izravno ili neizravno smrt. Groblje, sprovod,
zbor, vijenci, lijes, odar, urna, krievi, kremiranje, plavi irisi. Na posljednjem
ispraaju pojavljuju se i lastavice, leptiri, bumbari, zrikavci, pijetao i lopta. Tu
su: mrtav leptir iz vaze, leina srne po kojoj gmiu mravi, kostur srne, kostur
vepra, mrtva glista pod laticama, le krave u rijeci, galeb na utopljeniku,
dlake biveg psa. Tu su i ptice grabljivice sa svojim ulovom: jastreb trga
grlicu, perje goluba pada iz orlovog gnijezda. Krv na klaonikoj traci. Mi u
miolovci.
duet / posmrtna glazba/ i pijetao
raskoan grob/ ptiji izmet se cijedi/ niz bistu
U gornja dva primjera izraeni su kako tanatos tako i humor. Mogu se
smatrati i senrjuima, kojih je ukupno petnaestak, s neobinim, pomaknutim i
crnim humorom. Pijanac koji pia glavni je lik u tri senrjua (2.12, 3.12, 4.55),
pijanac koji psuje u jednom (4.51). Prema mojem sudu senrjui su i ovi haiku
2.07, 2.14, 2.36, 2.38, 3.50, 4.06. Dolje su jo dva primjera:
nona tiina/ pijanac pjeva / sa svemirom
iznenadna stanka/ lopta odletjela/ na groblje
Zen to god da je to naslutljiv je i primjetljiv u mnogobrojnim haiku
ove zbirke. Tu imamo petnaestak haiku u kojima se kree od praznine ili iz
tiine naprimjer:
prazna pueva kuica / dovoljno velika/ za jednu laticu
prazan bazen/ vrapci se kupaju/ u lokvi na dnu
prazna crkva/ muha se odmara/ na svetom Petru
prazna aa / dovoljna za pelu/ da se napije
prazna soba/ ljiljani miriu/ van na ulicu
prazna ulica/ suho lie, smee i pas/ u prolazu
pust vrt/ vjetar nosi lie/ kroz ogradu
proao pljusak/ pueva kuica/ puna je vode
pusto polje/ vrana grake/ s tikve
prazna soba/ u alicama na stolu/ sui se talog
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tiina/ cesta se gubi/ u snijegu

kroz tiinu/ u tiinu/ pahulje
nona tiina/ pijanac pjeva/ sa svemirom
Zen to god da je to osobito je prisutan tamo gdje se ne nasluuje i ne
primjeuje. Ponavljanja nekih haiku su namjerna. Mnogobrojni primjeri su
korisni jer je knjiga tiskana smo u 150 primjeraka i nije ju lako pribaviti. Ja
sam ju morao kupiti od autora. Slijede primjeri prema mojoj osobnoj procjeni
i izboru:
munja/ obasjala takora/ to jede jaje
uvijek na putu / kameni/ na cesti
vrtni patuljak/ smije se jednako/ cijeli dan
tanjur graha/ umetnuta lica/ polako se naginje
samoa/ kaplje slavina/ kuca sat
mi u miolovki/ u prozoru podruma/ puni mjesec
ist snijeg/ tako je teko/ napraviti prvi korak
gotova rasprodaja/ gole lutke gledaju/ aute u prolazu
zima/ kako napraviti snjegovicu/ to je pitanje
snimanje/ gola djevojka grli/ snjegovia
mjesec/ gleda se/ u ogledalu
cesta i pruga/ odlaze zajedno/ u tamu
potok i cesta/ paralelni sve do/ putokaza
raskrije/ putokaz pokazuje/ budunost
otok/ trajekt bez putnika/ naputa luku
kasna veer/ meu nonim damama/ pas lutalica
Gornji primjeri neupitno pokazuju kako je Funda stigao i do zavrnog
pravila, osamnaeste upute za pisanje haiku na engleskom jeziku (primjenjivo
i za hrvatski a i ostale europske pa i azijske i afrike jezike). Prijevod Roberta
Bebeka te toke glasi:
Krajnjom budnou oplemeni svoj osjet, a svoj duh odgajaj u zazenu ili
u nekom drugom srodnom vidu usredsreujue meditacije. Zen-haiku-nazor
trebao bi nalikovati bistroj povrini planinskog jezera: tek onda kada je bez
ikakve vlastite misli, u stanju je odzrcaliti i Mjesec, i prelet svake ptice nad
sobom...
Vidi Haiku poetikon J. W. Hacketta objavljen u Haiku br. 5, zima 1997.
stranica 11.
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Funda je svojom haiku-zbirkom Knjiga trenutaka pokazao svoju punu

zrelost, krajnju mudrost, nenadmano iskustvo, profinjenu osjetilnost,
istananu zamjedbu, potpunu slobodu i neovisnost u stvaranju prave haiku-
poezije utemeljene na osnovnim postavkama i naelima ove poezije. Time se
popeo na vrh vrhova Dinare, to jest na Troglav, u majici sa otisnutim vlastitim
haiku:
planina / prevelika/ za razmiljanje
Ljubomir Radovanevi, dr. sc.
HAIKU-LIRA U RUKAMA ANE IVELJE

(Ana Ivelja, Haiku lira, Matica hrvatska, Lastovo, 2012.)
Nakon podrobne analize vee koliine poetskog materijala rukopisa Ane

Ivelje, Boris Nazansky, ponajbolji (nakon Vladimira Devida) teoretski
poznavatelj haiku-poezije u nas, nainio je suen izbor za ovu vrijednu
zbirku, uredio je i pripremio da bi je na svijet izdao Ogranak Matice hrvatske
iz Lastova. Tako su po njegovome meritornom kriteriju u knjigu ule samo
po svim kautelama pisanja (i disanja) izvrsne haiku-tvorevine ove poznate
spisateljice.
Knjiga je podijeljena na est tematskih poglavlja: (ovjek - Priroda ...;
Udiem more ...; Prijateljstvo je ...; Gradovi, Snovi ...; Sloboda, ritam ...;
Godinja doba ...). Svako je popraeno s ukupno osamnaest umjetnikih
reprodukcija (Munch, Skurjeni, Rabuzin, Ingeborg Crnogaj - iji akvarel irisa
krasi i naslovnicu, i dr.), te ezdeset i dvije fotografije uz izvrstan autoriin
portret na poetku knjige.
Tako na 170 stranica s oko 280 haikua dolazi 70 ilustracija u boji to
knjigu, uz tvrdi uvez, ini posebno atraktivnom itateljima. U prosjeku na
svaka etiri haikua dolazi po jedna slika preko cijeloga formata stranice, to
podie ljepotu knjige.
Dakle, svi haikui odgovaraju temeljnim kanonima ove, kako je na
predstavljanju knjige rekao prof. dr. sc. Dragutin Rosandi, najzahtjevnije
pjesnike forme. Openito (ali ne strogo, obvezujue) haiku trai trostih
od 5-7-5 slogova, inzistiranje na hic et nunc (ovdje i sada), spominjanje
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ili naznaku godinjih doba, prikaz jednog doivljaja trenutka, suzdranost,

lapidarnost, saetost u sedamanest slogova.
Tako haiku ove zbirke karakterizira osjeaj za profinjenost o kojem je
govorio Bao (Bash), a autorica se moe svrstati u one koji nalaze uitak u
poznavanju istine o stvarima i u njihovom doivljavanju.
Na kraju knjige nalazi se izbor sedam ranijih miljenja o poeziji Ane
Ivelje. Ova poetesa svim svojim haiku-pjesmotvorima, na nivou umjenosti
(mtier) i umjetnosti (art), dokazuje kako je u njima najee kristaliziran
zen u doivljaju prirode i ivota (Devid). Zaista, Iveljin haiku saima
doivljaj jedne istine, jedne ljepote, koja se sama i ne da iskazati tim rijeima
- ak ni s mnogo vie njih - no koje se doivljaj moe potaknuti, inicirati u
samo nekoliko, ali majstorski odabranih rijei (ibid.).
Iako se dri proskribiranih uzanci, Ana Ivelja dokazuje i pokazuje kako je
haiku najee razgovor izmeu pjesnika i itaoca (ibid.).
Upravo itajui (i/ili sluajui) Iveljine haikue, proivljavamo i ono to
smo sami doivljeli (primjerice na moru), ali sad u nekom satori-stanju -
iznenadnome prosvjetljenju, arhimedovskom AHA-doivljaju (heureka!) -
zahvaljujui ba ovoj vrsnoj pjesnikinji. Ana Ivelja unosi lastovske toponime
(Pokladarova gra, Pouvalo), pa zagrebake (Lotrak), splitske (Marjan,
Peristil) i opehrvatske (Plitvice, Korana, Vukovar). Zanimljivi su ekoloki
haikui - o ne/puenju; haikui iz rata (str. 27); o mladoj generaciji (str. 129);
TV (str. 131); maiima (str. 133); mobitelima (str. 135); prirodi i godinjim
dobima (str. 137-167) i drugi.
Poput Orfejeve, Haiku liru Ane Ivelje sluaju i ivotinje, koje neizmjerno
voli, a to dokazuju i njeni haikui, te slatke ilustracije roda, labudova, pataka,
papiga i dralova, maia i kuia.
Ovom je prelijepom zbirkom Ana Ivelja okrunila svoj pjesniki haiku-
opus, koji i inae obiluje izvrsnou prepoznatom u ranijim njezinim
radovima. Pouzdano se nadam da e svakako nastaviti tako paljivo kreirati
i dalje svoja djela, te joj od srca estitam elei da produi svoj niz uspjeha.
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Ljubomir Radovanevi, dr. sc.
JO JEDAN HAIKU-PRVIJENAC
(Boris Nazansky, Blijesci i slijeganja, Naklada ureti, Zagreb, 2013.)
Shodno naslovu 133 haikua ove zbirke rasporeena su pod dva podnaslova:
u Blijescima je objavljeno 88, a u Slijeganjima jo 45 pjesama. Sedam je
izvrsnih haikua na kajkavskome dijalektu upleteno meu njima.
itajui haikue Borisa Nazanskog i uivajui u njima ve se na prvi pogled
otkriva da on slijedi najbolju klasinu japansku poetiku i tehniku, motivistiku
glasovitih pjesnika kao to su Macuo Bao (Matsuo Bash), Buson, Isa (Issa),
iki (Shiki), Iu (Ishu) i drugi. Jednako je odmah uoljivo da Nazansky
vlada istinskim, strogim pristupom svim onim uzancama pisanja haikua
i postupcima lege artis to nam ih je godinama prenosio i tumaio veliki
Vladimir Devid. Kao i u svih znaajnijih pjesnika i knjievnika, a posebice
haiku-majstora, neizbjeivo je ne primijetiti da je Nazansky doao do svoga
vlastitog originalnog iskaza i izriaja, jer je u njegovoj ekspresivnosti
oigledna genuina stilistika.
Kako je Buffon rekao, stil je ovjek, tako je ovdje prepoznatljiv neponovljiv
i nezamjenljiv nain pisanja, koji autora a la prima vista izdvaja od sijaset
drugih, koji se jo trae ili variraju od ciklusa do ciklusa, ili od haikua do
haikua, pokuavajui razluiti svoje haiku-prezentacije.
I Nazansky dokazuje, kao to su stogodinji Walt Whitman (1819-1919)
i belgijski pjesnik mile Verhaeren (1855-1916) dokazali, da sve - ega se
engleski pisac i kritiar John Ruskin (1819-1900) najvie bojao - moe biti
poetino. Nazansky nalazi ljepotu u svim onim ve odavna upotrijebljenim
stvarima na kojima zapravo inzistira doktrina dobrog, jedino ispravnog
pisanja haikua, a to su doivljajnost trenutka, godinja doba, priroda openito.
Naime, ljepota u svijesti i svijetu postoji, ona je nazona neutralno, pa je
treba otkriti, izdvojiti, profiltrirati kroz ultrafiltar svoje poetske oarane due
(Anatole France; 1844-1924), te je itateljima, ljubiteljima poezije, ponuditi.
To je ljepota koja ne samo da postoji u ivotu i prirodi, to je ljepota koja
kroz poeziju Nazanskog postaje. Ona, naime, kroz tu poeziju jednog od
najsvojevrsnijih odavna afirmiranih naih haiina, biva nanovo otkrivena i
ponovno roena nosei u sebi sve temate, ideje i otkria i ne gazei pritom,
nikako i nikad, preko tradicije, ve upravo postavljajui zahtjeve za njom.
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Jo neto to fascinira u poeziji Borisa Nazanskog jest njegov osjeaj

za ritam. Ta ritmizacija njegovih haiku-tvorevina zvui u svakome djelcu
ponaosob. U muzici ovih stihova nita ne nedostaje, sve sjedi na svome
mjestu. On se dri starinskih kanona, ali nipoto nije iskljuiv, niti u vlastitome
pisanju, ni u savjetovanju drugih, mlaih.
Nazansky iradira onim sjajem i tihom na koji smo navikli itajui
klasike, te Devida, koji je na klasik. Zapaanja u prirodi i iz prirode, koja
pogaaju retinu njegova oka - onu pozadinu - fundus, Nazansky nam prenosi
sedimentirana kroz iskustvo pjesnika koji nije od juer. Tu je priguena, ako
ne i uguena svaka intelektualizacija, kako i treba, kako i nalau kanonski
dekreti. Stoga je to, i zbog toga, valjana poezija.
Ne samo u zbirci, koja je kruna njegova dosadanjega stvaralatva, kraljica
njegova opusa, nego i kroz sve ranije kreativne haiku-tvorevine, koje pratim
unatrag nekoliko godina, mogu se uoiti one elementarne estice i faktori
pjesnikoga dara koji nastaju u trenucima posjeta muze - epifanije, odnosno
u asu posebnoga zamjeivanja i duevo-duhovne obradbe u emocionalnoj
sferi umjetnika, da ne kaem banalno - u njegovu srcu. Uz to su, naravno,
sudjelujui i neizbjeivi autorovi fragmenti gradbene sinteze racionalnoga
dijela njegova bia - razuma.
Napredak pjesnikove rijei, pratei ga i prije 2008. godine, u traenju i
ostvarivanju vlastita osebujnog izraza, zamjetan je u ovoj prvoj njegovoj
pjesnikoj kolekciji haikua. Ona je zapravo nastala nakon pomne selekcije od
svih nagraivanih haikua, valoriziranih nagradama od strane brojnih majstora
forme u irijima natjeaja irom svijeta. A pobrao je nagrada i pohvala toliko
da je u biografskoj notici naveden samo njihov izbor.
Naime, u nas neviena pjesnikova samozatajnost i autokritinost/
autocenzura razlog je to tek sada imamo njegovu prvu zbirku na koju se
ekalo godinama. Tek sada, u ezdesetoj godini (Rijeka, 16. srpnja 1953)
svoga bivanja na ovome svijetu, usudio se, na nagovor izdavaa, takoer
vrsnoga samozatajnog ljubitelja i poznavatelja haikua Nikole uretia,
objelodaniti sukus svoga za sada ivotnog uratka na ovome polju.
Obrazovan u egzaktnim, prirodnim znanostima (kemija!), bavio se
institucijskim istraivanjima podmorja i mora, te svakako da je jo vie, kao
zapravo kontinentalac (djetinjstvo proveo u Varadinu) zavolio Jadran: po
zavretku Prirodoslovno-matematikog fakulteta u Zagrebu (1977) provodi
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tri godine na mjestu asistenta rovinjskog Centra za istraivanje mora

zagrebakog Instituta Ruer Bokovi.
Enigmatika, kojom se bavi od 1968, isprva hobistiki, a potom i
profesionalno (danas je glavni urednik Kvizorame), takoer mu, osim kao
temelj velikog znanja raznolikih tema, termina i njihovih znaenja, pomae
i u koncipiranju stihovlja u slogovnome ritmu 5-7-5. Prevoen na trinaest
jezika poznatiji je u svijetu nego u nas i po u inozemstvu objavljenim i po na
meunarodnim natjeajima nagraivanim haikuima.
itajui Nazanskog, mimohod njegovih slika fascinira itatelja svojom
neobinou, a istodobno jednostavnou poetike, radoznalou u pregnantnoj
formi, spontanou i drugim odlikama takva pisanja. Metodom zamjedbe,
emocionalne obradbe iz ranijeg iskustva hipersenzibilnosti, Boris kreira
haiku istaknute ljepote, domiljenosti i zrelosti par exellence.
Zahtjevna metrika forma 5-7-5, koju autor briljivo njeguje, zadovoljena
je bez iznimke. Jasni su konvencionalni uplivi koncepata tradicionalne
japanske haikuistike, primljeni i od spomenutih korifeja ove poetike, k nama
isprva prenijetih prijevodima Vladimira Devida.
Rijetki haikui na kajkavskome dijalektu asociraju autora i na dane njegova
varadinskog djetinjstva i mladosti. Ima tu urbanih motiva (tramvaj, uline
lampe, grad, balkon ), i ruralnih (kosci, brajda, koze u kru, kose, srp, njiva,
teli, motika, cvrci, etelice, seoska svadba, otkosi, berai, sokak, strailo,
mlinsko kolo ).
Nazansky nam priziva ljepotu kroz percepciju dogaanja u prirodi, kroz
empirijsku obradbu ranijih svojih sjeanja. Njegovi nam haikui priaju o
malim udima zbivanja u prirodi, koja tek sada shvaamo kao uobiajena
dogaanja. Vedro i ponosno okrenut prema prirodi, Nazansky iznalazi
trenutke vrijedne obraivanja u haiku-stilu, maniri i anru. uvajui uvijek
osjeaj za ritam.
Jedinstvenost po tematici, formi, stilu, tehnici izraavanja, ini ovu zbirku
i ovog autora autohtonim i originalnim djelom i umjetnikom. Svi su haikui
ove zbirke koordinirani u jednoj ravni - slijede propisane kautele ovoga
anra. Sve ve spomenute karakteristike daju Borisovu djelu tih izravnosti,
a naslanjanje na viestoljetno udaljen trag dalekoistonih maestralnih uzora
samo dodaje sadrajnost ovoj kvaliteti. Pjesnik nam predoava pogled u svoj
intimni svijet stvari i doivljavanja i to u ozraju karakteristinih osjeaja.
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ar je haiku-poezije i u tome to se ponekad smije i moe odstupiti od

navijeenih manira, koji nipoto nisu sakrosanktne dogme. Tako se moe,
za potrebe slogovnog ritma, izvesti apostrofnu eliziju ili prijei na kajkavsku
ekavicu. Sloboda je i u leksici, nema uobiajene lektorsko-korektorske
cenzure, terora i nametanja pravopisnih pravila
Jo nekoliko rijei o Borisovoj spontanosti u haikuu. Ta je spontanost
zapravo samoniklost, dakle ono to je proizvedeno iz njegovih vlastitih
poticaja, to je dano sui sponte - s voljom - samo od sebe (tj. iz njega).
Spontanitet je uobiajeno obiljeje psihikih procesa i ponaanja da sami
sebe zapoinju i podstiu. U haikuu openito i kod autora posebice i napose,
to nije, meutim, neovisno o uvjetima i razlozima - uzrocima u vanjskom
okoliu, tj. u prirodi. No, sama pojavnost moe se i mora odigravati unutar
raspoloivih limitiranosti, duevnih i inspirativnih, emocionalnih uvjeta u vezi
sa zbivanjima u vanjskoj sredini. Intrinzini korijeni autorove spontanosti
svjedoe o autonomiji i identitetu njegove osobnosti, naravno u izvjesnom
danom stupnju i razini. Sve veom determiniranou spisateljskoga ponaanja
u vezi s vanjskim odrednicama zbivanja u prirodi, spontanost ovoga haiina
igra vanu ulogu u osiguranju neovisne, izvorne kreativnosti i ouvanju
originalnoga produkta - haikua.
Nazansky u haikuu spontano ispoljava svoje osjeaje i druge reakcije na
sredinske poticaje izvana. Kao karakteristika njegove osobnosti spontanost je
neophodna u stvaranju svakog njegovog haikua.
Pjesniko djelo Nazanskog izraz je njegove jedinstvene i iskrene osobnosti.
U zbirci je prisutna cjelovitost haiku-proivljavanja. Nema tu digresija u
tonu, u ekstravagantnosti, ali ostaje ono uenje u svijetu, nedodirljivo
za svako pjesnitvo. Na istoznanici ovjeka-autora i prirode Nazansky je
iznaao trasu, stazu kojom suvereno ide i vlada, kako metjerskom vjetinom,
poantama, akcentima, tako i cjelokupnom zaokruenou svakoga haikua.
elim(o) mu i dalje ovako plodno stvaralatvo i jo mnoge zbirke ovakve
ljepote i openito kvalitete.
Zadovoljstvo je itati ove zaista prave haikue i uivati u njihovoj doiv-
ljajnosti.
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HRVATSKI AUTORI NA ENGLESKOM JEZIKU
HAIKU / CROATIAN HAIKU
Creaking door
Kerchiefs and two hats
turn around.
Crash of glass.
A queve of trucks
throughout the night.
A cloud
full of rain as light
as a feather.
Lively water
spilled over the valley
calmness at its banks.
A black hair and

print of buttocks on the seat
suspicion.
English translation by Nikolina Burazer
163
Rajka Aneli Maslovari, Biograd na Moru
In a thirsty field
staring at the clouds
a dozing farmer.
Expectancy,
it will, it will not rain
from the clouds.
Interrupted works,
in a dried up marsh the swallows
await the rain.
Too much sun

the lizards licking
dewy stones.
Ljerka Antoni, Osijek
Masquerade
evening masked children

knocking at my door
a candy, an apple
the whole day she masked

herself as a witch
recognized by all
rams horns
evil eyes
bell ringers*
*Annual Carnival of Bell Ringers Pageant from the Kastav Area
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looking for Ann

and there she is
in the costume of a princess
we are masks
give us
just anything
in a swirl of fog
maskers danced their dance
the donuts chirp
a wavy wind
under the house door
uninvited...
a grape here and there

they need not go to the market
the starlings
a mountain
a castle among the clouds
croak of the raven
horses flee away

the rivers jump from their banks
Heavenly Father!
when will they

run out of water,
those murky clouds?
165
rising storm
skipping over the waves
a stubborn boat
free lunch is served

a flock of goldfinches
in the yard
the glasses
have been blurred
by the kisses
a fig tree
ingrown in the stone
resisting
doing the dusting

from an old altar
with a cloth and tears
Translated by the author
Circus in the town

in search of good luck
a lonely clown
Covered by snow
an old mill rotating its stone
scatters the flour
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A cold room
in darkness the ticking
of an old clock
The snowstorm
a gnarled log on guard
by the fireplace
Kajkavian dialect
whistling wind
in front of the church a man
catching his hat
black clouds
hiding a piece of sky
the scent of flowers
a cold morning
on the bench under the window
seated fog
a red rose
lowering its petals
withered summer
Marija Bolec, Krapina
such a hairdo!
a sphere of cypress lies
over the other one
in a cold night
a girl trembling from cold
or longing
167
in the front of the house

her arms wide spread
waiting for her grandson
from the sky

a hawk dives swiflty
into a summer noon
suddenly
a strong wind tousled
the girl's hair
a sheet of paper
confined the trace of pen
in a grey story
through the window

sunrays on a warm stove
the return of summer
whole night awake

in wet eyes
only a child
Chakavian dialect
trip on the mountain

taking a deep breath with a view
of the sea
shadow of a gull
on a rocky pier
greets the sea
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stretched over the sea

a long belfry
tolling midday
Josipa Braut, Vikovo
fish market
sardine from the crate
watching brightly
a piece of bread crust

put a flock of seagulls
into a squabble
a wrong word
and a bouquet of roses
ended in the dustbin
old winter sun

behind the window pane
a man warming up
in the street
the wind plunders leaves
from the scavenger
Rita Brgi Stoki, Barban
dawning
the sharp gaze of an Alsatian
through the sound of a whip
169
my grandfathers photo
its old frame with its sweet smell
of memories
twinkling stars
the old year fell asleep
in an embrace
a lizard on the wall

the ants scattered
in groups
Borivoj Bukva, Rijeka
snowing,
dark and cold night
tracks of a dog
money lender
feeding the blood suckers
with his blood
through my veins
flow drops of blood
they mean life
drop after drop

through the years
one hundred drops
a bottle with a drink

the blood donors together
feast by the bar
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blood pressure and

pharmaceutic industry
in conformity
A white lea
stretched in the garden.
No flowers at all.
On the sidewalk
an old man with a violin.
An ode to solitude.
Dog howling.
Confined to sickness
man and his life.
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Trotting black horses.

A song of the winds twisted
in their manes.
Day on the leave. Dan odmora.

Fishermen stories rest Ribarske prie odmaraju
in the harbour. u luci.
Silvija Butkovi
A very hot day.

The steps do not stop
in front of shopwindows.
Returning home.
I do not recognize the faces
of my first neighbours.
Ground fog.
The fragrance of tea sways
in the air.
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Down a steep slope

leaning into the shadows
the setting sun.
Spring rain.
Waterfalls of impatiens
flooding the garden.
Morning sun
inserted rays into
a beggars hat.
Ankica Dmejhal, Zagreb
winter night
with no reason, just like that
Im listening to my neighbours
fire goes out

somebody knocks at the door
in the dead of night
smoke
outlining the first
morning
snowflakes
melting stars
on a childs palm
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sunny sky
melted frost dripping
from the pine twigs
garden lawn
besprinkled with flowers
wind in the plum tree
handful of rainwater
in a beech hollow cavity
blackbird drinking
Kajkavian dialect
the Three Kings

a boy with a bucket fetches
an apple from the well
forgotten spinning wheel

on the spindle spun
a cobweb
Branka Domjani, Zagreb
Foaming sea
alone on the shore
I embrace the waves.
Sweet smell of linden

shows the way to me
on a summers night.
174
Kajkavian dialect
A red rose
yellow butterfly on it
so they look at each other.
In front of the house

a fragrant old linden tree
a summer afternoon.
falling leaves
more and more visible
a crows nest
autumn evening
last sunrays
blush the clouds
whistling north wind

winking eyes of embers
from the fireplace
the wind
scatters the petals of
a vineyard peach tree
blowing north wind

the corn stalks
more and more naked
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the shadow of a house

sliding over the lawn
disappearing frost
an open window
spring breeze brings
the scent of lindens
Nevenka Erman, minj
climbing the cherrys trunk

a line of ants
rushing somewhere
bowl with soup

a glass lid provokes
the flies
hum of a mosquito
a tiny sting drinks
blood and patience
the kiss of a child

returns youth to
a wrinkled face
in an icy hall
on the girls face
ballet
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leaves tremble
in an abstractive wind
the beginning of Fall
guardians of order
on the street guarding
their president
recent snow
on the bars edge
a dozing tramp
encased in amber
a butterfly with its wings
guards an epoch
Anica Gei, Zagreb
Christmas in Zrinjevac;
old plane trees leaving,
young ones grow up.

Autumn twilight
witha saxophone concert
narrated a story.

With cream on his coffee,
watching women
he also drank a wasp.

New Year's Eve;
patients dying
staff singing.
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This morning crows,

the sick man's blood
and kittens moaning.
Bitten
young leaves in the room
and a butterfly's skeleton.
Translated by Iskra Pavlovi
Ivanka Gojtan-Prodanovi
children's babbling
even louder than the song
of a blackbird in the schoolyard
an open window
scent of mown grass
brought by the wind
murmuring waves
a distant soft sound
summer in my memory
Slavica Grguri Pajni, Delnice
the night is covered

with wishes and hope
of the new year
night restlessness
thousands of lamps
new hope
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a white orchid
in a white pot
pure friendship
the kangaroos
on the gifted coasters
hopping hostess
an empty shore
sand forming a flowerbed
watered by the sea
at the theatre
wicked robbers*
got a grand applause
* Drama in five acts by Friedrich Schiller
Traveling time. Vrijeme putovanja.

On each side of the coast On svakoj strani obale
a life story. ivotna pria.
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Ante Mate Ivandi, Zagreb
leeward
the dragonflies' wings
as if petrified
dead of night
on my pillow
watchful moonlight only
sunset
a stray dog growls
at its shadow
on a winter morning
gulls follow a ship
as it sets sail
winter announcement
above the open air market cranes
and the scent of smoked fish
January morning
creaking misty window pane
while I write my wish down
dawning
soggy cobweb cuddling
swollen buds
the drops of dew

rocked on cobweb strands
from the willow's buds
in the pond's mirror

a stretching maple leaf
then it drowned
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windy night
over the car roof
drumming chestnuts
rustle in the tree top

a squirrel picking
the last walnuts
Julija Ivi, Zagreb
still, tress by tress

flowers falling from the sky
cover the track
by a puddly road
a nasturtium in flower
a single one
a guard of honour
near a decedent they drink
and toast
Nada Jamenica, Sveti Kri Zaretje
anglers
catching silence
in circles
a bridge on the lake

shes fixing the hairdo
of her reflection
181
river Krka
plays hide and seek
with a highway
the Big Dipper

constellation of the fireflies
harnessed the Moon
night sky
moonlight drifts through the forked twigs
of an olive tree
Ivica Jembrih Coboviki, Varadin
for Zvonko Petrovi
Garden crowded with flowers.

A warrior has returned
with an empty sleeve.
After the fallen hail

a scarecrow scared
of its own shadow.
Flickering eyes.
A worm stabs the silence
in an empty house.
A rug of flowers
in our Haller Street
tolling-ing to Zvonko.
182
Kajkavian dialect
Creaking cradle.
In the attic a worm sucks
my childhood.
Virgin snow in the yard.

Nobody at home,
a drift on the doorstep.
Cobweb on the wall.

Raindrops dripping through the roof
of an empty house.
Nada Kanianec, Vrbovec
shaking onto the table

fallen apples
ants on the run
unattainable
two apples at the top of the tree
food for the birds
under the lamp light

counting the first snowflakes
faster than me
in the alleyways
cars covered with snow
anger of the drivers
snowy roads
at the exit from the town
completely lost
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Vilma Kneevi, Vikovo
on the mountain
the sun burns a bonfire
an afterglow
an old dry stone wall

accepts the oak tree
as its neighbour
early walkers
of an awakened city
pecking...
a silk umbrella
from the last century
tracks of raindrops
a runaway spider
on its back
a white pellet

from a mortar
the fragrance of basil
refreshing the room
it entered
the whole room is governed
by virtuous silence
offering wings
with a partial look touching
the blueness of the day
184
rustling wind
repelled the moon
to rest
slope of the morning

pearly drops of rain
carried from a distance
at the top of a cliff

where the hush sprouts
a falcon awakens
sudden creaking
crumbles the moments
thinking of nothing
Ljubica Kolari Dumi, Rijeka
each spring
the same smell of soil
from the first furrows
as the rain ceased

the ground spread its rug
colours of the rainbow
a clear stream
drank the water from the hill
now hopping...
185
along the toboggan

a few drops descend
in a single flow
a slanted hat
a smile full of straw
a new scarecrow
not the wave nor the beach

know what to do
with a piece of bread
calm gone
the wind leafing through
new waves
street lamps
enlivened by
my shadows
Zinaida Koevoj, Rijeka
the sun drank

the sea from a sinkhole
whitening salt
acrobatics of
good dolphins above
a sailing mirror
186
October
purple lilac
in flower
great crested grebe fishing

now we see it
now we dont
a park in Opatija *
memorial plaque on the stump
of a deceased oak
*Opatija a town on the Adriatic coast
Ivan Kovaevi, Polinik
White silence
not disturbed by the snow
falling again.
White silence
or silent whiteness
winter morning
Marinko Kovaevi, Praputnjak
The Flood in a village
Flooded village.
No, not up to the nest
with the nestlings!
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Flood in the village.

Above the cemetery floats
a small wooden cross.
Flooding in the village.

A tiny kitten cuddled
in a swallows nest.
River overflooded the hamlet.

Some houses take a last breath
through the chimney.
Everywhere water,
the dogs eyes from the roof follow
a cow in the boat.
After the flood

a line of ants carrying
a dead ant.
Nina Kovai, Zagreb
Morning in my room.
A sunray at play
with a grain of dust.
Marshy back yard.

A carrot, broom and a pan
left by the winter.
A dozing passenger
wobbling on his seat
to the rhythm of the train.
188
An old drunkard
from his glass drinking reflection
of his red nose.
First at the goal line

a gnat in the throat
of a girl biker.
On a hot pan
hopping lid
dewed by the steam.
Chilled fingers
ran to the pockets
in front of the Boras anger.
Ivka Kraljevi, Split
on a grey cliff
a young gull and a tom-cat
fruitless work
the woods flicker

with a ghastly silence
sun at its zenith
sneakers rustle
over the twigs
sleeping forest
a game of hide-and-seek
in a leafed-through forest
loud laughs
189
the clouds
get entangled among
the skyscrapers
Evica Kralji, Nova Gradika
a gaze of
a dashing girl
and sunshine
reddening
the flower of the Christmas star
and I
darkened steps
do not touch time
only houses
in my purse
a game of hide-and-seek goes on
Im nowhere
Kristina Kroupa, Caginec
rays of sunset
stick to the naked wattles
sliding fog
a thick drizzle
wets a hedge of hornbeam
a claw of a sparrow
190
Vesna Lecher-varc, Zagreb
red beech tree

painted abundantly
inspires me

shining stars
without chirping
sleeping swallows
rustles of the sea

and gardens of oleander
nature of Baka
Tonka Lovri, Split
in the yard
children jumping over
shadows of laundry
sandy beach
a dog running after
a shadow of a gull
evening of poetry
on the sidewalk
a crushed cat
in the attic
without chirping
a cage
in flower
on a coat lapel
a brooch
191
gourds flowers
just blooming
with no gourd
a woman
knocking out the soul
of an old rug
tefanija Ludvig, Dubravica
thirst proboscis
in a tulip calix
dips a butterfly

ethereal dream
opiates the butterflies
the lavender breath

rotting stump
sprouted boletus
and the smell of damp
Translated by Vladimir Ludvig
Vladimir Ludvig, Dubravica
cocoon breaks--
the thin wings are spreading
from its darkness

flash light
in the deep sea's darkness
fluorescent fish
192
primrose
timidly peeps a yellow hat
through the snow
bridge on the Sava

the traffic sounds are all I can hear
through a thick fog
on a sludgy road
an overrun pigeon
eaten by the raven
small particles
of dust dancing in a cone
of the sunrays
gourds in the field

carrying crystal crowns
the first frost
rustling
large raindrops the notes are
on the washing line
Vjera Majstrovi, Zagreb
entering its home

my granddaughters dog Frodo
shakes its paws
193
slippery pavement
and shaky legs
be careful, granny!
the waves foam

takes the sand off the beach
then returns it
full of shine
this linden tree
the first snow
meowing...
a yellow and a black tom cat
battling at war
a withered rose
in the base without water
memories
Marija Mareti, minj
winter morning
coffee dregs
repelled boredom
St. Valentines Day

an old love made my day
nicer again
in front of a drug store

an old woman begging
from the patients
194
Chakavian dialect
loose teeth
put hazel nuts into the pocket
of a hungry oldie

an owl on a tree
took the smile from the faces
of an old couple*
*According to folk tales, an owl near a house announces death

ELECTION MORNING - senryu
election silence
even the sparrows in the hedge
don't twitter
election silence
only the crows cawing in
the neighborhood
election morning
everybody interprets the cock's crow
in his own way
election morning
finally the birds twitter
our wishes
election morning
after the voting unity
at the bar
195
Duko Matas, Zagreb
an old man
bent over a dumpster
a gull takes off
in the snow
tracks of man and a dog
side by side
autumn haze
covered the chrysanthemums
and the horizon
an early sunray
glistening on a tree top
a birdless grove
Vesna Milan, Rovinj
stellar sky
on the park bench an old man
in cardboard
the street lights

lined on the strand
a moving shadow
heavy with fruits

a hot summer day bowed
the fruitful olive boughs
196
Alone on the dock. Sam na pristanitu.

Expecting a fisherman and a ship Oekujui ribara i brod
night falls on the sea. no se sputa na more.
Silvija Butkovi
New Year and a dog

sharing a frozen bone
under the window
smell of fish
a dumpster with
a tail
suddenly
a nest under the eaves
warbling
197
the dusk
old woman watering
her yellow rose calmly
summer night
stretched are the necks
of the street lamps
breeze in the town

fluttering hair and dresses
hats in a rush
town scorch
sun in its zenith
without people
lantern in the park

lighting trees
and kisses on the bench
a fountain
pigeons fly through
sprinkling drops
across the lake

pulling a white dress
morning fog
198
puppies in the water

drowning still blind
I run down the river
raining
yet cannot believe it
the sun shines
cooking pot
on the bank of Drava
fish stew on the menu
a column of people
dog follows his master
to the scaffold

autumn rains
on a swollen river floats
a fishing rod
centenian winter
on a frozen puddle
a stiffened blackbird
mountain lake
for a moment a girl
is a frog
For Jela
spring morning
a girl looking for herself
behind the mirror
199
Tugomir Orak, Varadin
an angler catching
the shadow of a blue cloud
and cherrys blossom
from a bough
of a blossoming cherry
a hanged warrior
dark clouds
blossoms of the cherry
with the scent of a storm
the sea waves

moving the wings of
a dead seagull
fighting cocks
the winner flying into
someone elses chicken coop
fragrance of ripe cherries

with the creaking of the wheelchair
follows a boy
couple in love
slowly rocking a boat
in the shade of the moon
creaking bicycle
its wires oiled with
a coat of rust
nearby an old fence

following the track of a wormhole
a climbing snail
200
bridge on the river Drava

the two banks connected with
a cloud of dust
Zdenko Ore, Ludbreg
an empty square
Ive been seduced by
my own shadows
Ivan Pahernik, Zagreb
morels in the hedge

play hide and seek
with mushroom pickers
Jews ears
in an elder grove
listen to the birds song
picking bears garlic

look, scarlet elf cup
full of dew
gilded hazels
swaying tenderly
in a warm breeze
on a hay wagon
a woman in her lap holds
a basket full of Caesers mushrooms
201
this summer it is in
to have moustaches
of beer foam
Dejan Pavlinovi, Pula
fleeing
before a full moon
the stars
from blue to red

after a distant ship
a little finger
all expectations
kicking for a moment
on mother's palm
Milica Perdi, Split
IMAGES FROM PROVENCE
by the motor road

in the fields of Provence
silent horses
in August
Im in search of blue fields
of lavender in vain
202
Arles
each window is
a flowery oasis
in front of the Cathedral

a gypsy staring at the palm
of a young woman
in the perfume factory

the smell of death
of picked flowers
in front of the caf Van Gogh

the tourists squeeze into
the frame of a photograph
the calm of a statue

in the old heart of the town
disturbed by a carousel

In Avignon
a collapsed bridge the river
flows on
Sanja Petrov Vlahovi, Oprtalj
by the dumpster
drunk men singing
Christmas carols
a hungry child
awakened by firecrackers
on Christmas Eve
203
Stanko Petrovi, Ivani Grad
In my flower garden
full of ranbow's colours
black and white dog.
Whitening frost.
On the beach winter sun
let the swelter in.
To the autumn's forest

colouring its hair
an ancient fashion.
A sunny day.
A bush of jasmine
warbling...
Calm evening.
Mihaljevac is bathed
in the scent of linden.
A theathre of fog.
A windflaw
raising the curtain
A bare ground.
The snow covering
its shame quickly.
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senryu
Clear mornings,
fogged by
newspaper reports.
Moving.
Thousands of feathery tenants
without a luggage.
Dunja Pezelj Jurlin, Split
autumn above water

leaves float with the wind
to the unknown
melting snow
a gull on the cliff
still white
at the house entrance

a puddle good enough
missing a doormat
only steps
and crickets from the cypresses
on the path to the cemetery
an opaque curtain
arrives from the sea
looking for an umbrella
a long absence
here are new people now
and Im different
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a bare tree
on a curving road
direction: East-West
old fireplace
under the ashes hiding
a secret of fire
scent of spring
fluttering over the ground;
a hammer in the belfry...
a strong north wind

announced by its roar stronger,
disappears shortly

in a quiet street
an even louder echo of
a childs crying
autumn sun
mild and late in an already
shortened day
a bird in the grass

a cat beside it
death in-between
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a hill within me
a hill in the front of me
two bent jackasses

autumn
stillness in the colours
an empty snail shell
a lone vine
rock next to rock
scent of wine
a white hush
the snow walks
into my eyes
carnival time
in the masked procession
dancer with a bare butt
crash of the waves

on the beach
a sea cucumber
a flooded strand
a parade of bare feet
after heavy rain
swallow on a wire
broken by the wind
still singing
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Chakavian dialect
an open window
a goldfinch on the cherry
sings in the room, too
loud babbling
on the beach
pupils on a trip
tiny hat on the head

the breeze blows
curly hair
A river mill
the gazebo
mills on the river
country idyll
in front of the mill

a creaking wood door
anybody home?
mice everywhere
holes in the flooring
nests in the millstone
An infant in the pool
the first bath

a drop or a tear
which is more?
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small green apple

from a bough to the water
a new toy
Ivo Posavec, Maruevec
spring wind
acacia thorn pricks
the face of sun
a childs laughter
over the sky flutter
cherry petals
a discarded hat
a daisy in it
living its own life
at play with the wind

top of the pine rocking the moon
night barking
Kajkavian dialect
snow still here,

but the spring arrived!
mole hill breathing...
merry morning
jumping in the corners
a cat and a mouse
a black rope
today a white princess
a deep snow
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Ljerka Potek Jelaa, Ivani Grad
we part with
spots from Moreno cherries
ripening blackberries
joy on the periphery

from a hydrant filling
a large pool
on the lawyers lawn

a couple of pigeons
marriage idyll
a cat ran out

from the thicket
bike and an oath
on the park bench

typing messages
birds chirping
Jasminka Predojevi, Zagreb
a night mosquito
playing a well known
nameless music
a fat dog
walking an anorexic woman
across the street

in the gardens shade
a woman gazes at a child
a man at his laptop
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ecologically aware
in her cassock on the bike
the nun
man walking two dogs

his daughter
her teddy bear
good for sparrows

they are haiku
in motion
close to the sky

the top of a factory chimney
hovering crows
sudden encounter
even their shadows on the ground
in a merry embrace
old washingroom
grandmother's apron
collecting dust
Silvija Butkovi
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Vida Pust krgulja, Ivani Grad
ceramic sheep
at Christmas craddle
pasturing moss
a summer evening
on the beach brings memories
of certain summer
obituary.
an old voice of a child
comes to my mind
a frozen morning.
beaks of the sparrows
pecking breadcrumbs
returning ship
Mediteranean monk seal
seen this morning
wet bars
raindrops dripping
in the prison
a rat swimming
by the edge of a canal
Venetian...
212
rain has its own

instruments the tin roof
of a weathered hut
from the heavy rain

the scarecrow urinating
down its pants
Mirjana Rajter, Brezovica
rustling rain old woman

and the slugs wriggle through
a verdant garden
an orange house
in the streets greyness
surprised neighbours
the breeze weaving

another yellow leaf
into a rippled lake
Maja Rijavec, Dugo Selo
Its already noon!

Sparrows shadows flitting by
across the south wall.
Only three daisies:

the survivors of the match
on the garden lawn.
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Blade by blade a bird

crushes white frost in the grass
skips one here and there.
Out of wispy fog

car lights keep jogging to plunge
into downy fog.
I am home again
My familiar trinkets squat,
puzzlingly small.
Vjekoslav Romich, Zagreb
between the houses

a piece of blue sky
my whole space
a line of ants
all the same size
a generation
a bit late
in the sand no tracks
yet the sea murmuring
ripe gourds
grunting with pleasure
grannys pigs
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Stjepan Roi, Ivani Grad
from the bakery

flows the scent of warm bread
over the zebra crossing
prancing
under the northern rider
a cracked weathervane
downpour
soggy to its bones
a slug
Antonija Selakovi, Zagreb
a lone lily
a cricket sings over
the stony wreck
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stone after stone

dry stone walls in line
ripening olives
drop after drop, rain

a sunray piercing the cloud
and a rainbow
midday scorcher
dozing oak trees
relaxation, peace
Mira Smerke, Vidovec
snowflake
bending
a grass blade
shot
in the stubble field
end of closed season
in the park
tree lines wearing
snowy wigs
Kajkavian dialect
just like milk

moonlight pours
over the woods
216
a silvery snake
grovelling over the field
the river Plitvica
heaven scattering
its pillows
snowing
Ana Smrk Habazin, Zagreb
A jagged cloud.
The winter pinched
your memory.
In a refuge
a sparrow keeps hopping
without stopping.
Calm sea.
A screeching seagull
on a steep cliff.
An expectancy.
A snowdrop peering
by the edge of a brook.
A hut.
Its slanting roof telling stories
up to nowadays
Through the streets hush

a light from the lantern
enters the room.
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Thoughts are rolling

over the swaying of
the tall grasses.
An afternoon hush.
The song of a cricket
over the whole field.
In the moonlight
a moment of silence.
Then barking.
The wasteland
a bit far away the sparrows
pecking the furrow.
Translated by Boris Nazansky
a tousled child
walks over the yard
picking pebbles
strange stones
in the child it recognizes
an expert
hot asphalt
in an instant calmed by
a rain torrent
entrance door
under the nest with nestlings
entering smiles
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an angry girl
flattening her curly hair
with tiny palms
with the first light

silent they stretch out
the petals of a lily
mouths wide open

the woman and the dog
catching a breath
the dust bin overthrown

a dog is rummaging among the waste
the dustman is waiting
Dinko Sule, Grohote, Otok olta
down the mountain

a descending wind
fir trees in white
mountain
a white coat hiding
the snowdrop
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Vjekoslav Suli, Osijek
Under the stars

grains of sand cool down.
A night in the desert
Birds and palm-trees

drawn on the waters.
Dubai from above
No star no cloud
above the city!
Nights in Dubai
A grain of sand
veiled the starlit night.
The desert wind
A house martin
returns to its native nest.
A sparrow in it.
The red sun

above the morning fog.
Everything else under it.
Close by the dead snake

a field-mouse runs across
the heavy traffic road.
Giggling of children,
farting of a hippo
in the Zoo.
Light snow-flakes
jammed the heavy traffic.
Waiting for the sun.
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Seeds scattered about

both for hungry sparrows
and hungry cats.
cuddled by the wind

gilded leaves of a birch tree
shivering
puddle mirror
drank in the beauty
of the tower
a flicker of reflection
entwined among the masts
a cloud in the sea
swimming in clearness
a couple of swans and
their ugly ducklings
a gull on the prow

standing motionless
gazing at the sky
a ship touches
the clouds with its masts
I with my gaze
a yellow dress
on the clothes line
dancing with the wind
221
a still lake
ducks keep silent under their wings
descending dusk
Miljenko imunovi, Ivani Grad
an ant carrying
a grain of sugar through the window
I see a mountain
rocking clouds
a stray raindrop
wets my forehead
a sand storm
through the winds roar
cracking rocks
Remio oi, Rovinjsko Selo
Chakavian dialect
travelling sun
on my body tracks
of the night bathing
a pumpkin
offering shade to
an ant passing by
lightening and thundering

dewy bodies hiding
under the sheet
222
spring wind
erasing the last tracks
of a night drizzle
whirls of water
in the river stream
turning the sun
summer night
at the bottom of a mighty river
the stars sliding
summer dusk
salty light lowers
deeper into the sea
encircled by water
a white water lily strives to
touch the sun
at the top of a tree

burning ripe cherries
in the flames of the sun
all the worlds silence

gathers under
the cherry tree
223
Ljubica pori, Sisak
a deserted alley
an old lady and a dog
alone in the suburbs
blossoming linden
the street flooded with
the sweet smell of tea
dawning
on the cloth of the sky
a painted silhouette
a bench held tight

hugged by the boughs
a spring love
lagged behind
on the bench a trembling leaf
bathed in moonlight
spring breeze
a dress on the clothes line
rocking a butterfly
a girl carrying
her shoes in her hand
June downpour
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Santa Claus having

a problem delivering a gift
smoking chimney
a lizard being filled

up with solar energy
cheap heating
a white cat
waiting for a chilled sparrow
under the pine
Kajkavian dialect
in the nook of a hut

Christmas gazes at me
an adorned roommate
childrens joy
awaiting Santa Claus with
a nose on the window pane
Barefoot Santa
his stockings drying up
on the reindeers antlers
one after another

on the Laponian clothes line
the elves hats
225
Marija Trinajsti Boi, Vrbnik
the moon fell asleep

on the bosom of the waves.
a bang of lightning.
blooming flower
on my balcony
summer arriving
Chakavian dialect
a small hand
resting in grannys palm
peering sun
in the morning
from the sea I take his tears
and mine at dusk
226
Silva Trstenjak, trigova
in front of my house
three balls for the snowman
where are the legs?
a see-through organ:
north wind on the waterfall
playing Silent Night
an icy candle
extended
the snowman's nose
midnight
bubbles of champaigne
the colours of fireworks
rainbow burst into flame

dreams of an old man
over the heavenly cape
with a ripe fruit

the pear tree whacked
its old owner
an old man
hugging his vineyard with
his weakness
a cloud and the sun

playing with a hat
on the beach
227
Chakavian dialect
oh, my grandpa
your wine jug pouring
stories
magpie on the bough

counting grains in the yard
around the dog
in the bush of thorns

flowering violets
too far for my hand
in the mill
the miller grinds the grain
his eyebrows white
the pipe of a seated man

dancing the balon*
with the dancers
*Balon-an old Istrian dance
Jadranka Vuak, Split
Haiku sequence: THE FISHERMEN
Listening to the song

of the squatting fishermen
on the river bank
They do not care

for the river overgrowth
the herons and fishermen
228
Standing on one leg

squatting fishermen let it all
down the river
While the stream

splashes them, they too
seem to gurgle
While the rapids

move as quick as dervishes
they dance with them
eljka Vuini Jambrei, Ivani Grad
morning at the water trough

in the horses eye
shadows of the pigeons
an old attic,
a pile of memories hidden by
a couple of spiders
last nights rain

caught in a puddle
a leaf taking a bath
summer night
on a dewy cobweb
glistens moonlight
summer sunset
my fathers shadow holds
the horse at the water trough
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summer dawn
between shards of window glass
a new cobweb
an old well,
a new moon drinks from
the waters surface
riverside cherry
clouds lulling petals
down the vale of tears
midday scorch
a line of ants withdraw
under the foundation
gale a bird in flight

shoots through a treetop
with ripe cherries
senryu
taking a walk
he offers her a place
in his familys tomb
second hand shop

beside the shelves she hides
from acquaitances
230
Bora decscends
down the field. The air hiding
under my coat.
Cold winter dawn.

The sun overslept
its own reveille.
Scorching sun.
It hid behind the cloud,
easier to it as well!
A white flower
sprouted from the stone.
Teaching me about life.
Jadran Zalokar, Rijeka
warmed in the passage

the handshake of the streetsweeper
in the street
with my steps
the full moon wandered
over the night sky
winter Bora
it coud not resist joining in
my friends hugging
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shiny avenue of trees

our steps measuring
the forests path of the past
Andrej Zbanik, abar
sitting in the dark

digesting my fears
the walls of freedom
an old chair
witnessing many souls
through the dream of dust
a belfry
tolling maestoso
through life and death
breaking its rage

the sea dissipates it,
this silent stone
a little doll
hiding in the womb of a dream
ran away from the shopwindow
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MUSEUM OF EVOLUTION
Welcoming new people

the motionless keepers
of the museum.
The trees hibernating

in the mirrors of the front faade
behind it, Wonderland.
An ode to the Hands!

They are shaping tools for themselves
stronger than a stone.
The wonder of a tool

creates the first
stone tool.
The puzzles of the past

exhibited with love
into the story of man.
A lady and the primeval hunter.

A professional survey
of the fur quality.
In the cave made of glass

the prehistoric hunters warm up.
We make a path in the snow.
At the end of the path

a man-astronaut
On the Milky Way.
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At the exit the start:

The rustle of leaves, the murmur of water
the way to the dig.
Nada Zidar Bogadi, Zagreb
Flash flood.
Spring cleaning
of the river.
Over the shores

sprouting parasols
like mushrooms
Entering with us
in the hotel room
the scent of pine.
In the attic.
Memories eaten by
wormholes.
Summer day.
A bumble bee introduces me to
the meadow flowers
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In the mountain.
A winding path
leads to the sky.
This chirping!
It cannot enter
my poem.
Feburary.
The whole night my street
meowing.
A teddy bear.
The spring did not
wake it up.
Dandelions.
In a spring rush
at the apartment building.
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CROATIAN TANKA IN ENGLISH
I feel in my soul
the murmur of the autumn rains
your steps
that go far away in sadness
to an unknown spring.
Empty are the nests

in the frenzy of leaving birds
autumn fades.
There is nothing more left
than the sound of drizzle.
As I turn around
towards the open gate in
the rhythm of music
gaze is stopped by
the ember of your cigarette.
English translation by Nikolina Burazer
the two of us
one in heaven
the other on the Earth
this morning by the road I met
three reticent crows
236
despite of winter
several rose buds
opening their petals
a flock of white doves' flights
above the house every day
raining from the cloud

raining from my soul
from my eyes
tell me, you sky
with whom are you sad?
what is love?
for which beats my heart
I cannot tell
the sun hit me with
a single heavenly arrow
In the spring wind

the seeds of a maple tree
flying all around
kids are looking in wonder
hundreds of tiny helicopetrs.
237
Photo: Elaine Whitman, Tanka: Neal Whitman
living at the coast ivot u primorju

has its advantages ima svoje prednosti
affordable dostupna je
fresh fish, local wine svjea riba, domae vino
and were not on vacation a nismo na godinjem odmoru
A cold winter night

a couple by a warm chimney
warming their paws
each February its well known
love lives on the roof
Amidst a meadow
proud in its height
a reddening poppy
look there near the nettles
sways another one
238
Fragrant rose
with open petals
in a summer night
sharp thorns guarding
its tender buds
Bridge over the Drava

throwing its shadow at the water
hiding the tracks
of an old railway
under the canoe
Two picnickers
lured by edelweiss
on the cliff
too short are their arms
and night falls again
Low clouds
a plane below the rain
just took off
it flew over the road already
and disappeared above the cloud.
Rain brings to me
a sparkling wine of drops
of salt and the sea
the outpoured sea conquers
the cliffs with blueness
239
From the morning palms

a blown away drop
on my window pane
I beg the sun
not to wash its face
A water puddle
shards of the glass
of woven winter
the bones breaking under
each burden of the steps
autumn evening
hunched are the shoulders
of street lamps
dense rain washing out
the one from shortly before
the weight of frost

crumbles stiffened shirts
all is calm
now the leaves fall
by themselves
winter dusk
where the night begins
there are no stars
only a soft mist
for a perfect lull
240
cold wind
fans the embers of
a pale moon
sharp is the edge
in the shade of a scarecrow
so light
yet deepening
the line of heart
a single cherry petal
on my open palm
spring morning
a couple in love on a bench
an old man walking
not taking his eyes off the fir tree
embraced by bindweed ivy
midday scorch
on a soft breeze
playful poppies
a little girls smile
look from ear to ear
a rain requiem
an old mans hand raises
an already crushed leaf
trusting his last letter for her
to the wind
241
A lone turtledove
inviting its friends
rocking twigs.
A silent blackbird hiding
its beak in the yellowing linden.
Murmur of the ocean

arriving from the seashell when
close to my ear.
With longing I listen to the call
of unknown distances.
Black waves
of the bora breaking loudly
with a threatening roar.
Sweeping the shadows
over a sandy beach.
A rainbow is a sign
sent to us by the mythological
goddess IRIS.
Sky over the river
connecting the two banks.
Mythological lovers
Jupiter and Venus
in this March's night
travelling hand in hand
over the heavens.
The conjuction of Jupiter and Venus, March 2012.
242
the stars tonight

telling their story to an old woman
and her grandson
silence of a dewy morning
awoken by a yellow tulip
his arms spread

to hug a tiny butterfly
this small boy
from mothers embrace he flies
towards the mown sky
pencil in his hand

he closes the book on his desk
silence of the morning
a tramp in the street
begging for the rest of the night
fiery drops
slide down my body
a siren floats up
from my neighbours balcony
my gaze full of the stars
black is the sky

the waves catching snowflakes
in the sea foam
memories of you
swirling in my dream
243
Beautiful are
your eyes full of dreams
and serenity
promising
promising
Photograph: Elaine Whitman, Pacific Grove

Tanka: Neal Whitman, Pacific Grove
I take it slow usporavam

which puts my foot on the brake s nogom na konici
my grip tightens steem stisak
maybe she will spend the night moda e provesti no
if I dont press her too hard ukoliko ne forsiram
244
shot in the air

intertwined wings
a fall...
two extinguished loves
passing by on earth
on the pillow
aroused bodies
yet love is illusive;
lives write the stories of
the faces under the masks
late at night
in a thunderbolt a woman;
a game of love
in the boys imagination
at the seashore
an empty room;
on a miserable table
a blank piece of paper...
steps in front of the door
a white rhapsody
Marija Pogorili, Rovinjsko Selo
after a midday downpour

amidst an orchard
a stretching rainbow
on a blossoming cherry
swarming bumblebees
245
drying diapers
around the fireplace
in cold winter
their seventh child
just born
deep winter
on a frozen stream
an iced moon
near a weathered house
a bundle of wood
a rose bud
spreads its fragrance on the table
sparkling wine in the glass
at the birthday party
songs until the small hours
Tereza Salajpal, Koprivnica
the roof of a house

dropped under the snow
the home aging
whiteness overshadows
its years of existence
time erases
the footsteps
on the shore
track of a life's path
the transience of life
246
beads of coral
scattered under foot
the days of my life
I gather them into
a necklace of life
embraced by sunshine
in a crack of cliff
flowering erica
on the stone
a sprouting life
the sound of steps

ripling the silence of night
light from the belfry
in a sleeping park
the echo of silence
a clump of irises
bathed in sunrays
joy to my gaze
its blueness waking
my sleepy soul
a waterfall on its trip

nearby two blue lakes
up to my knees
hopping merrily
step by step
247
late spring
a strong cold north wind
whipping the buds
I wish to hug them
just to warm them up
woman in black
with a pink bouquet
her head lowered
walks quickly
just like yesterday
like the stars

towards the Milky Way
in the dead of night
the full moon
on her way to the dawn
over the wall

in a perfect line
the ants
marching silently
over their traced way
today, again
fuss in my garden
a flock of sparrows
with no conscience
among the lettuce
all in white
fragrant again
this old cherry
in its memories
sweet, red summer
248
glistening night
and dancing snowflakes
in a yellow light
fresh and unknown
traces in the snow
249
an open window
murmuring waves and wind
gulls screams
between white sheets
we dream in an embrace
intertwined
fingers of their hands
speak of love
talking about life
in their autumn
rain above the town

a couple under an umbrella
connecting their lips
the raindrops make a curtain
of their happiness
this autumn
love presents us with
the sound of rhapsody
strong accords of the heart
and warm sounds of the soul
fog in the town

these endless streets
disappearing houses
silhouettes passing by
with their lost faces
250
summer storm
beating the dark windows
with windy rains
a scared child in search
of mothers arms
wild strawberries
my father brings home
on his hatband
after an early mowing
he falls into sweet sleep
in a gilded veil
summer afterglow
falls onto the beach
the seagulls scream in vain
another day at its end
a rascal
after a race with a butterfly
falling down
fearing his father
he wont cry
On a sunny day
a butterfly fluttered away
my adoration
over a flowering meadow
hugging the mother's awareness
251
In the breeze
in your stoutness I perceive
your curves
being a faithful companion
touching the sky only
A crab leaves
a message written in the sand
for the sea to know...
the flow erases the scripture
bespeaks with its heights
Plenty of stars
darkness enveloped the village
with a heavy silence
I return home as if
there is no darkness at all
a yellow leaf sailing

on the river esma to Lonja, Sava
towards the Black Sea...
on the bank I imagine
a map of our journeys
Kyoka
in his nineties
gazing at my behind
through thick glasses
each in our own garden
hope never lost
252
golden wedding
the first half she spent
waiting for him
the other one for him to walkout
from their home
the flu time

browsing TV programmes
delirious
viruses smooching
or shooting each other
Night at the pond

in a silvery frame
on the wall.
Floating in moonlight
a lonely water lily.
The frail frame of the painting

keeps a swollen
muddy river.
The willows in blossom
investigated by a bee.
Through heavy clouds

making a path to the top of a mountain
a flock of sheep.
Above the church belfry
the sound of heavenly chimes.
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Pushing stubbornly
a large slippery stone
this mountain stream.
Its murmur carrying a scattered
image of the trees to the hollow.
In the shade of a cypress

carved in a stone
an eternal shadow.
A choir of cicadas sings
accompanied by the sirocco.
Dancing wildly
a crown of rainbow colours
Aurora borealis
the hills squeak under the ice
in the endless darkness.
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THE RESULTS OF THE INTERNATIONAL HAIKU

COMPETITIONS HELD IN CROATIA
ASOPIS ZA HAIKU-POEZIJU IRIS: Voda za ivot

MALI NATJEAJ ZA HAIKU
IRIS HAIKU MAGAZINE: Water for Life

A LITTLE HAIKU CONTEST
Pristiglo je 205 haikua (i 3 vake koje su iskljuene iz konkurencije) od 87

autora iz 23 zemlje: Australija (1), Belgija (2), Bosna i Hercegovina (1), Crna
Gora (1), Francuska (2), Filipini (1), Hrvatska (32), Indija (1), Indonezija (2),
Irska (1), Italija (1), Juna Afrika (1), Kamerun (1), Kanada (3), Kina (1),
Makedonija (2), Malezija (1), Novi Zeland (8), Poljska (2), Rumunjska (6),
Sjedinjene Amerike Drave (7), Srbija (6) i Velika Britanija (4).
Nakon prvih nekoliko itanja u uem izboru za nagrade ostavio sam 48
haikua od etrdesetdvoje autora iz 14 zemalja. Na kraju, poslije novih itanja,
za nagradu/priznanje preporuujem sljedeih dvadeset, abecednim redom
autora (bny):
We received 205 haiku (and three tanka which were excluded from the
contest material) by 87 authors from 23 countries: Australia (1), Belgium (2),
Bosnia and Herzegovina (1), Camerun (1), Canada (3), China (1), Croatia
(32), France (2), India (1), Indonesia (2), Ireland (1), Italy (1), Macedonia (2),
Malaysia (1), Montenegro (1), New Zeland (8), Phillippines (1), Poland (2),
Romania (6), Serbia (6), South Africa (1), UK (4), USA (7).
After the first several readings, shortlisted for the awards were 48 haiku
from 42 authors from 14 countries. After new readings, for 20 equal awards I
recommend following 20 haiku (authors in alphabetical order):
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Ernest J. Berry (Novi Zeland/New Zealand)
october chill listopadska studen

dew on the lily rosa na Monetovu
by monet lopou
Helen Buckingham (Velika Britanija/United Kingdom)
burglar ... provalnik ...

caretaker? pazikua?
night rain nona kia
Owen Bullock (Novi Zeland/New Zealand)
the anger ljutnja

of clouds, still oblaka, utihla
in the water u vodi
John Carroll (Australija/Australia)
Shimmering svjetlucajui
water voda
transforming sky preoblikuje nebo
Tracy Davidson (Velika Britanija/United Kingdom)
drinking fountain esma

one rust-colored drip tek jedno hravo obojeno kapalo
still dripping jo kaplje
Translated by VR
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Tatjana Debeljaki (Srbija/Serbia)
bistre reke clear waters

grane na vetru boughs on the wind
i trepet topole and quivering birch tree
Translated by VR
Dan Iulian (Rumunjska/Romania)
end of holiday kraj praznika

memory of mountain spring sjeanje na planinski izvor
in a PET bottle u plastinoj boci
Nada Jamenica (Hrvatska/Croatia)
proljetno jutro spring morning

potok pretae dugu the stream pours the rainbow
u slapovima inside the waterfalls
Translated by VR
Ivica Jembrih Coboviki (Hrvatska/Croatia)
Ribe dru. Trembling fish.

Rijeka presuuje. The river dries up.
Mlin spava. Sleeping mill.
Translated by VR
Ljubica Kolari-Dumi (Hrvatska/Croatia)
bistri potoi ... a clear stream ...

popio vodu s brijega drank water from the hilltop
pa poskakuje now hopping
Translated by VR
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Tonka Lovri (Hrvatska/Croatia)
u ogledalu rijeke in the river mirror

duga a rainbow
ugledala dugu gazing at a rainbow
Jacek Margolak (Poljska/Poland)
rough sea nemirno more

the lifeguard dozing spasilac drijema
under the umbrella pod kiobranom
Pravat Kumar Padhy (Indija/India)
old lake staro jezero

I feel closeness osjeam bliskost
to full moon s punim mjesecom
ivko Prodanovi (Hrvatska/Croatia)
potokom plovi sailing over stream

velika mrlja nafte a great oil spill
krik divlje patke call of a wild duck
Translated by VR
Elaine Riddell (Novi Zeland/New Zealand)
orange moon naranast mjesec

rising over rocks die se iznad stijena
ocean swells ocean bubri
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Zrinka Supek Andrijevi (Hrvatska/Croatia)
bistrina vode clearness of the water

upila je u sebe inhaled into itself
svu okolinu the whole environment
Translated by VR
Frans Terryn (Belgija/Belgium)
At the holy spring Na svetom jezeru

a pilgrim treats his dog hodoasnik asti svog psa
to a swig of water. gutljajem vode.
Saa Vai (Srbija/Serbia)
dried up source ... presahli izvor ...

the moon's reflection mjeseev se odsjaj
bounces back vraa natrag
Branka Vojinovi Jegdi (Crna Gora/Montenegro)
planinski izvor a mountain source

pijem gutljaj po gutljaj I drink sip by sip
utrnulih zuba my teeth numb
Translated by VR
Julie Warther (SAD/USA)
rain garden kini vrt

searching for the source traim izvor
of the reflection odsjaja
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Marija Anela Pogorili
Rezultati natjeaja za haiku Udruge Tri rijeke HPOI, i Turistike

zajednice Grada Ivani-Grada
The Results of the Haiku Contest organized by the Association Three
Rivers and Tourist Board of the town of Ivani Grad
10. Buijada u Ivani Gradu The 10th Pumpkin Festival, Ivani Grad,
Croatia, October 18-19, 2014
The contest for haiku on theme THE PUMPKIN was closed on August
10th, 2014. We received 206 haiku by 149 authors from 16 countries: Australia,
Brazil, Canada, Croatia, Hungary, India, Indonesia, Japan, Montenegro,
North Ireland, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Serbia, United Kingdom and
USA. Awarded haiku in no particular order are:
Rezultati natjeaja za haiku na temu BUA hrvatski jezik.

Natjeaj je bio otvoren od 1. 6. - 10. 8. 2014. Stigli su radovi 149-ero au-
tora iz 16 zemalja, na hrvatskom i engleskom jeziku te kajkavskom narjeju.
Sudio je Stjepan Roi.
1. NAGRADA / 1st PRIZE: Zlata Bogovi, Varadin

Gradska trnica Town market
izrezana bundeva a gutted pumpkin
nudi svoj smijeak offering its smile
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2. NAGRADA / 2nd PRIZE: Vesna Stipi, Velika Ludina

Dvoje djece Two children
i velika tajna and a great secret
tikva u travi a gourd in the grass
3. NAGRADA / 3rd PRIZE: Silva Trstenjak, trigova

isprepliu se intertwined
prsti s prstiima in the pumpkins belly
u utrobi tikve big and small fingers
POHVALE / COMMENDATIONS:
sjea kukuruzovine cutting corn stalks

otkriva razbacane reveals scattered
ute bundeve yellow gourds
Podnevna ega ... Midday scorcher

Gle, umjesto eira, Look, instead of a hat,
tikva na tikvi! gourd upon a gourd!
Obraz bundeve Pumpkins cheek

zarumenio izlaz blushed the rise
jutarnjeg sunca of the morning sun
na staroj tikvi on an old gourd

odmara svoje lice resting its face
mlaahni mjesec a young moon
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Ksenija Jaklenec, Rakov Potok
Peenu buu Baked pumpkin

nose bakine ruke. carried by grannys hands.
Davna sjeanja. Old memories.
Zlatna jesen Golden autumn

sto jezika govori hundred languages spoken by
topla bunica. warm pumpkin pie.
Janko Dimnjakovi, Zagreb
kako si teka how heavy are you

a kako li slasna, and how sweet,
glomazna bundevo! you clumsy pumpkin!
Anica Gei, Zagreb
Sirotinjski kraj; Poor area;

krupne tikve u polju large gourds in the field
rasko bogatstva. luxury of wealth.
Golicanje vjetra Tickling wind

niz jedre bundeve down a plump pumpkins
cijedi se mjeseina dripping moonlight
sa parangalom with the traw-lines

tikvice-plivarice small gourds float
ekaju ribu waiting for the fish
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. V. Roi
Rezultati natjeaja za haiku na temu BUA kajkavsko narjeje /

Kajkavian dialect
1. NAGRADA / 1st PRIZE: Nada Jamenica, Sveti Kri Zaretje

Spotrena bua, A cracked gourd,
ez utu luknju lue through a yellow hoe peers
uti kljun a yellow beak
2. NAGRADA / 2nd PRIZE: Timjana Mahei, Zagreb

Megla v klanjcu A fogbound ditch
potoecom bue plavaju the pumpkins swimming in the stream
prehien vuojz an upset cart
3. NAGRADA / 3rd PRIZE: Tugomir Orak, Varadin

Namesto sonca Instead of sunshine
f megli blei it glistens in the fog,
tikva. a gourd.
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POHVALE/COMMENDATIONS:
Ivo Posavec, Kokovec
Sviea pri kraju. A candle burnt out.

ota tikva zaprla A yellow gourd closed
sve svietle oi. its bright eyes.
Kesna jesen. Late autumn.

Polek gnoja leiju Orange gourds sit
naranaste bue. by the dunghill.
De bole pada Its raining harder

oblak se zvetrem uri a cloud in the rush
svekle su tikve withered gourds
Nataa Ili, Varadin
Luem ez oblok By the window

Gle, bue vu poplonu Look, gourds in the quilt
Meglena zora Of this misty morning
Mirko Varga, Varadin
bua vu cvatu flowering gourd

baba spravla alatu an old woman makes salad
z lanskim uljem with last years oil
bue h polju pumpkins in the field

polihtane v redu lined in the rows
gli kak soldati as if soldiers
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Marija Novota, Lopatinec
rostite nam tikvice grow, you zucchini

za trukle z makom for the pumpkin pie with poppy seeds
ne za no copernic not Halloween
otprta lesa an open gate

japo i ote bue my father and yellow gourds
pela kravica drawn by a cow
Ivo Markulin, Samobor
megla se vlee crawling fog

mati vu kujhni fletno my mother in the kitchen
spravla bunicu makes a pumpkin cake
Komad sunca A piece of sun

svetli se na tikvajni glistening on the butternut squash
v kapi rose in the dewdrop
English translations by . V. Roi
INTERNATIONAL CONTEST IN ENGLISH /

MEUNARODNI NATJEAJ NA ENGLESKOM JEZIKU
1st PRIZES / 1. NAGRADE
Judit Holls, Maarska / Hungary
autumn silence jesenjska kia

fly nibbling the pumpkin on muha gricka buu na
my baby's binky balavcu mog djeteta
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Carl Seguiban, Kanada / Canada
war headlines ratne novosti

gutting the pumpkin malo njenije
a little gentler reem buu
2nd PRIZES / 2. NAGRADE
Kuheli Santra, Indija / India
if thieves come dou li tati

I will pick you ja u te ubrati
my pumpkin moja tikvo

Neil Whitman, SAD / USA
Pumpkins Piramida
stacked in a pyramid od bua razglednica
postcard from home town iz rodnog grada
Cezar-Florin Ciobc, Rumunjska / Romania
the old hermit ... stari pustinjak

talking with the pumpkins razgovara s tikvama
about enlightenment o prosvjetljenju
Tatjana Stefanovi, Serbia / Srbija
Skulptura guske A geese sculpture

napravljena od tikve, made from a gourd,
davno pre snega. long before snowfall.
Translated by Saa Vai
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3rd PRIZES / 3. NAGRADE
Vanessa Proctor, Australija /Australia
dusk sumrak
village boys chase their ball seoski djeaci tre za loptom
across the pumpkin patch po polju bua
Radhey Shiam (1922-2015), Indija / India
a farmer brings home ratar donosi doma

a large pumpkin veliku buu ena ga
his wife kisses him lovingly razdragano ljubi
Saa Vai, Srbija / Serbia
darkening room ... mrai se soba

a pumpkin's shape emerges u oku se pomalja
in a nook oblik bundeve
Marion Clarke, S. Irska / Northern Ireland
toothless ... krezuba

an old lady smiles back starica se smijei
at the pumpkin bui
Dragan J. Risti, Srbija / Serbia
Early autumn Rana jesen

here is the stubble field ovdje strnike ondje
there the pumpkins bundeve
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POHVALE / COMMENDATIONS
Boidar kobi, BiH / Bosnia and Herzegovina
A candlepumpkin Svijeatikva
we had a scarecrow imali smo strailo,
not dinner. ne i veeru
Duan Mijajlovi Adski, Srbija / Serbia
Sjemenke bundeve The pumpkin seeds

baka eli sakriti granny wishes to hide
unuk se ljuti her grandson is angry
Rosalva Freitas, Brazil
U kuhinji In the kitchen

blago zrela bundeva an almost ripe pumpkin
uljepava stol adorning the table
Translated from Portugese by Miljenko Mayer
Branka Vojinovi-Jegdi, Crna Gora / Montenegro
This morning, too I ovog jutra

a turtle stealing a pumpkin buicu u vrtu
in the garden krade kornjaa
Jovanka Boi, Srbija / Serbia
Tikvu u lampu Making a lamp

oblikuje da zasja out of a gourd to shine
za Buijadu. on a pumpkin festival.
Shaestu Abida Bhirawasiwi, Indonezija / Indonesia
day of harvest dan berbe

the last morning light posljednje jutarnje svjetlo
on a pumpkin peel na kori bue
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Harvey Jenkins, Kanada / Canada
surprise visitor nenajavljen gost

I place one more gourd stavljam jo jednu tikvu
in the centerpiece na sredinu stola
Croatian translations by . V. Roi
The Results of the Klotar Ivani International Haiku

Competition 2014 in English.
The judge was Ms. Jana ufi from Croatia, the last years winner. She
shared the first place with Harvey Jenkins from Canada. We received 261
haiku by 87 authors.
First Place Awards

Francesco de Sabata, Italy / Italija
whispering meadows polja u aptu

somewhere along the path negdje stazom izgubih
I lost my name svoje ime
Carole MacRury, USA / SAD
flood warning pred poplavu

the river finds rijeka nalazi
its voice svoj glas
Second Place Award

Predrag Pei-era, Serbia / Srbija
a garden ,
teeming with buds ...
not a single rose for you .
Translated by Saa Vai
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Third Place Award

Harvey Jenkins, Canada / Kanada
midnight shifts whistle zviduk ponone smjene

the miners deep cough duboki kaalj rudara
on the way down pri sputanju u okno
Special Mentions
Jui Hajai (Yuji Hayashi), Japan
Open-air bath, alone kupka na otvorenom, sam

all my naked body and soul sve moje nago tijelo i duh
the starry skys gaze pogled zvjezdanog neba
Dietmar Tauchner, Austria / Austrija

back to nature povratak prirodi
on nature's back na leima prirode
city of ruins grad u ruevinama
Cezar-Florin Ciobc, Romania / Rumunjska
fireworks ... vatromet

all those flowers that you sve ono cvijee to si
wanted to grow eljela uzgojiti
Marija Anela Pogorili, Croatia / Hrvatska
a dozen of children tucet djece

on the edge of poverty na rubu siromatva
a new baby born novoroene
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Commendations / Pohvale
Aalix Roarke, New Zealand / Novi Zeland
jellyfish beauty and fear meduza ljepota i strah

Meik Blttenberger, USA / SAD
primitive road put u zabiti

just a stone's throw apart udaljeni tek za dobaaj kamena
me and the bear medvjed i ja
Radhey Shiam (1922-2015), India / Indija

running water tekuica
fishermans eyes oi ribia na
on leaping silvers skokovima srebra
John Carrol, Australia / Australija
cruelty okrutnost
between izmeu naih
our teeth zb
Vasile Moldovan, Romania / Rumunjska
Flapping its wings Zamahujui krilima

a nestling cuckoo welcomes pti kukavice pozdravlja
its step mother svoju maehu
Pravat Kumar Padhy, India / Indija
Neil Armstrong Neil Armstorng

babys maiden walk prvi koraci bebe
on bright moon day na danjem mjesecu
Cezar-Florin Ciobc, Romania / Rumunjska
hunter's moon ... puni mjesec

refusing to complete odbijam zavriti
my chemo treatment kemoterapiju
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Eduard Tara, Romania / Rumunjska

Stepping further Idui dalje
a yellow leaf sticks uti se list zalijepio
to another sole za drugi on
Archana Kapoor Nagpal, India / Indija
silence of snowfall snijei u tiini

tinkling temple bells zvonckaju zvona hrama
in the valley u dolini
Kashinath Karmakar, India / Indija
midnight thunder ponona munja

in my dream I scold u snu grdim
my dog svog psa
Bouwe Brouwer, Netherlands / Nizozemska
new grave svjea humka

turning during the day kroz dan okree se
the tombstone's shade sjena spomenika
Mariusz Ogryzko, Poland / Poljska
on the platform na peronu

dandelion seeds fly sjemenke maslaka lete
with each wagon za svakim vagonom
Chen-ou Liu, Canada / Kanada
the hills aglow breuljci obasjani

with spring sunlight proljetnim suncem
her scent lingers njen miris jo traje
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Verica ivkovi, Serbia / Srbija ( 2014)
postman brings me potar mi donosi

mulberry-stained letter pismo umrljano dudom
his dark blue smile njegov tamnoplavi osmeh
Serbian translation by Saa Vai
Carl Seguiban, Canada / Kanada
dry season suno razdoblje

we haul echoes izvlaimo jeke
from the well iz bunara
Jasminka Nadaki orevi, Serbia / Srbija
sweltering day pasja vruina

little grasshoppers jump mali skakavci skau
ahead of the scythe pred zamahom kose
Croatian translation by Boris Nazansky
If not otherwise stated, Croatian translations by . V. Roi
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IN MEMORIAM
VERICA IVKOVI (2014.)
Iz intervjua Mirjani Sretenovi, u Politici,

objavljenog 21. 7. 2009. Haiku pesma je kraljica
poezije
Pre 30 godina, kada sam se aktivno bavila
klasinom poezijom, sluajno mi je doao do ruku
niki knjievni asopis Gradina, koji je u celosti bio posveen zen-budizmu
i haiku-poeziji, i sa velikom panjom sam ga proitala. Tu sam nauila prve
lekcije o haiku-poeziji. Shvatila sam da ovek treba da se okrene prirodi i da
se posveti duhu a ne materiji. I, da se ista dua moe sauvati samo ako se
ovek ponaa u skladu sa prirodnim zakonitostima. to je ovek blii prirodi,
to mu je istija dua.
pononi mesec midnight moon

iskri sleena jabuka iced apple sparkles
na goloj grani on the bare branch
proleni mesec spring moon

naputena stanica the abandoned station filled
sa nonim senkama with night shadows
poseena uma cut down forest

iza rogova jelena behind the deer antlers
narasta mesec waxing moon
plutajui list floating leaf

skoro prekrio almost covering
uskrnji mesec the Easter moon
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majski zalazak sunca May sunset

maslaci okruili dandelions surround
nabreklo vime the bulging udder
sklopljen suncobran table parasol

u mojoj ai punoj kinice my glass full of rainwater
odraz zalazeeg sunca reflects setting sun
VID VUKASOVI (2015.)
Prividna jednostavnost doprinosi dubini

kada se jasnije nego u duim formama shvati
veza izmeu trenutnog i venog, veza izmeu
najsitnijeg cveta i zvezda udaljenih vie
svetlosnih godina. Veza uzmeu dogaanja u
ljudskoj psihi i zbivanja u prirodi moe da ima
isceljujui i prosvetljujui uinak, pa zasluuje
da se naslika reima u haiku-formi.
Pala je no Night has fallen

suneva svetlost jo sija the sunlight still shines
u oku make in the cat's eye
Daleki soko A far away falcon

skoro dodiruje rub almost touching the rim
zlatnog oblaka of a golden cloud
Padanje snega Snow falling

pretvara stara kola transforms the old car
u snenu matu into a snowy fantasy
Pored staze Near the path

privlai nam poglede a little white kitten
belo maence seduces our eyes
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Cvetovi ika Thistle flowers

poreani k'o zvezde positioned as stars
Velikih Kola of the Great Bear
Letee cvee Floating flowers

nad cvetnom poljanom above the field in bloom
- paraglajderi - paragliders
Sat na kaminu A clock on the mantelpiece

i maka kraj njega and a cat near it
kuckaju i predu ticking and purring
Dva punoglavca Two tadpoles

bee od senke fleeing from the shadow
abe u skoku of a jumping frog
PATRICIA NEUBAUER (1922-2014.)
doll hospital bolnica za lutke

the man brings out a tray ovjek donosi pladanj
of new blue eyes novih plavih oiju
toy dinosaur igraka dinosaur

sinking deeper and deeper sve dublje tone
into the compost heap u hrpu komposta
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home from the market povratak iz kupnje
shaking blossom petals tresem latice cvijea
from my basket iz koarice
Roman winter Zima u Rimu

cats sunning themselves make se sunaju
among the ruins meu ruevinama
sun-filled silence osunana tiina

the prayer call passing poziv na molitvu
from minaret to minaret s minareta na minaret
the old master died: smrt starog majstora:

the antique dealer takes in trgovac iz staretinarnice
his orphaned puppets uzima lutke-siroie
summer's last full moon posljednji puni mjesec ljeta

the sand of the dune warming pijesak dina grije
our bare feet nae bose noge
New Years parade novogodinja parada

beneath the danding dragon pod kicokim zmajem
the feet of men noge ljudi

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OUR INTERNATIONAL GUESTS
Horst Ludwig, Germany/SAD
Horst Ludwig, retired from teaching as an Associate Professor of German

at Gustavus Adolphus College in Minnesota, USA. He is originally from
Germany, is active in Pegnesischer Blumenorden von 1644 (Pegnesian Flower
Order of 1644) in Nuremberg, Haiku Society of America, and other literary
and linguistic associations. In 1981 he published Wind im Bambusspiel:
Sechsunddreiig Haiku (Wind in bamboo chimes: 36 haiku), which was
reissued 1991 with an English translation by Nancy Hanson Nash. In 1993 he
won the Robert L. Kahn Prize for the best German poetry text by a resident of
North America. His haiku received the Certificate of Excellence at the 2001
Suruga Baika Literature Festival, were recognized as among the best texts in
the 2001 issues of k, were awarded 3rd prizes in the 7th Kusamakura Haiku
Competition of Kumamoto City, Japan, in 2002, the Mainichi International
Contest 2011, and the Bash-Festival 2012, and his tanka was given the
Supplementary Award in the Hoshi to Mori Tanka Competition in 2002.
Horst Ludwig, em. Prof. of German; e-mail: horstkeiko@cs.com
Gustavus Adolphus College St. Peter, MN 56082 USA
Tanka
Some summer evenings U neke ljetne veeri
the Angelus bells still ring angelus jo zvoni
from the rich city, iz bogatog grada,
which the sea once swallowed up koji je progutalo more
many centuries ago. prije mnogo stoljea
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There is a feeling of ancient history and legend in this haunting sound of

the Angelus bell, re-minding us of Claude Debussy's La Cathedrale engloutie
(The Sunken Cathedral, a prelude written by the French composer Claude
Debussy for solo piano. 1910, op.p.).
James Kirkup
(Supplementary Prize,4th Hoshi to Mori Tanka Contest [2002])
O ovoj tanki James Kirkup je napisao: Ovdje nas osjeaj drevne povijesti
i legenda o sablasnom zvuku veernjih zvona podsjeaju na La Cathedrale
engloutie (Potonula katedrala, preludij za klavir, 1910.) Claudea Debussyja.
October morning. Listopadno jutro.

Let us go then and enjoy Pa poimo i uivajmo
the park one last time. u posjet parku zadnji put.
There is something of me, too, Ima tamo i poneto mene
in those red, gold, deep brown leaves. u onom crveno-zlatnom-smeem liu.
Strewn colourful leaves. Rasuto raznobojno lie.

My old teacher seems to like ini se da ga moj stari uitelj
them less than I do. voli manje od mene.
Charred boats on the bank. I, too, Pougljenjeni amci na obali i ja
will continue my journey. u nastaviti svoje putovanje.
With his walking stick tapom za etnju

the old man aims at the crow starac niani vranu
on a little house. na maloj kui.
When it, heavy winged, flies off, Kada, teko maui krilima, odleti
he follows it with his eyes. slijedi je pogledom.
Fourth Advent Sunday. etvrta adventska nedjelja.

I received a long letter Primio sam dugo pismo
from Siberia. iz Sibira.
Since their Xmas is later, Obzirom da je njihov Boi kasnije
they'll get my answer in time. moj e odgovor primiti na vrijeme.
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Haiku
A breath of wind. Daak vjetria.

Leaves of grass bending Lie trava savija se
and trembling back. i drhtei vraa.
Iga-Ch Bash First Prize 2002
Walking home alone Idem doma sam

Snow falling out of the dark Snijei iz tame
above the street light. iznad uline lampe.
Outside the clinic Pred bolnicom

a crow, slow, stepping away vrana, polako odlazi
from some carrion. od strvine.
Certificate of Excellence; Suruga-Baika Literature Festival 2001
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Dark patches of snow Tamne krpe snijega

in the rain, the creeks full of na kii, potoci su puni
ravaging waters. razornih voda.
In memoriam John Crook
Senry / senrju
We proudly announce Ponosno najavljujemo

that our improved cruise missiles nae su poboljane krstaree rakete
all have PhD's. doktorirale
Beside the mirror Pored ogledala

a slender carnation, ah, vitki karanfil, oh,
in a slender vase. u vitkoj vazi.
The bishop's castle Dvorac biskupa

brilliantly reflected on briljantno osvijetljen na
a thin sheet of ice. tankoj ploi leda.
Right in the sermon Usred mise

a cell phone starts ringing mobilni telefon zazvonio
with something important. neim vanim.
Wildlife Refuge sign. Znak utoita divljai.

Underneath, some roadkill, Ispod njega, vozilom udaren
a deer, still alive. jelen, jo iv.
HAIBUN: DOGAAJ S GRANICE / BORDER CASE

A ovo? And this
Knjige haiku-poezije. Books with haiku.
Vi ste ih napisali? You wrote them?
Tono. Correct.
Koliko? How many?
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Petnaest kopija. Fifteen copies.

To je roba. Thats merchandise.
Da. Koliko? Yes. How much?
Pa, nazovimo ih poklonima. Well, lets call them gifts.
To i jesu. Thats what they are.
Romkinja A gipsy woman

s uricama. with lilies of the valley.
Bez novca sam. Dont have money yet.
HAIBUN: SIGHTS
I am now that old that I thinking back remember life in considerable
century parts: decades, quarters of a century, half a century, far over half a
century. Single years or even only months or weeks don't present themselves
to my mind as special units. Certain single experiences, however, do rise from
the past, even with details: the last look up to the church on the hill when we
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fled in the gray of the morning; the way a teacher tried to button my old shirt
correctly during a personal conversation, but the button was missing; how
happily the first little daughter ran up to me returning from a far trip, and
jumped into my arms, laughing with joy (that's now a quarter of a century
ago); now and then also a letter from former students; and that I myself now
correspond with my former German and English teacher (he just turned 94), -
things like these present themselves to my mind as something special.
The string is tearing,
the moon shining, silent and pale,
through the open window.
HAIBUN: PRIZORI
Sada sam ve toliko star da se, razmiljajui unatrag, mogu sjetiti ivota
u poprilinim dijelovima stoljea: desetljea, etvrtine stoljea, pola stoljea,
daleko vie of pola stoljea. Pojedine godine ili ak samo mjeseci ili tjedni ne
predstavljaju se mom umu kao zasebne cjeline.
Odreena pojedina iskustva, meutim, isplivaju iz prolosti ak s
detaljima: posljednji pogled na crkvu na brijegu kada smo pobjegli u sivilo
jutra; nain na koji je uitelj pokuao ispravno zakopati moju staru koulju
u vrijeme osobnog razgovora, no nedostajalo je jedno dugme; kako je sretna
bila moja prva mala ki trei u moj zagrljaj nakon dugog putovanja, skoivi
u moje naruje, smijui se radosno (to je bilo prije etvrt stoljea); tu i tamo
pisma bivih studenata; i da, i ja se tu i tamo dopisujem sa svojim profesorom
njemakog i engleskog jezika (upravo je navrio 94 godine) - stvari poput
ovih podastrte su mom umu kao neto veoma naroito.
Ogrlica se kida,
mjesec sja, tih i blijed
kroz otvoren prozor.
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Margaret Beverland, New Zealand (Novi Zeland)

king tide visoka plima
the river going rijeke odlazi
nowhere nigdje
commended FreeXpression 2014Australian competition
never missing ne proputaju

a wingbeat ni jedan zamah krilom
migrating geese selidba gusaka
commended in Sharpening the Green Pencil competition 2014
ebb tide oseka

a white heron banks bijela aplja ulazi
into the vanishing point u toku nestajanja
commended in NZ Poetry Society 2014 Haiku competition, published in
TakeBack Our Sky, NZPS anthology 2015
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road ice poledica

a raptor tears grabljivac trga
at steaming flesh tijelo koje se pri
published inTakeBack Our Sky,NZPS anthology 2015
rippling grasses swallows braid the evening breeze

namrekane trave lastavice pletu veernji lahor
publishedPaper Wasp, Winter 2014
Queen Anns lace ipka kraljice Ane

a bee works pela obrauje
each tiny flower svaki sitan cvijetak
a runner up in the 4th Vladimir Divide Haiku Award competition
Predrag Bubanja, Montenegro (Crna Gora)
podignem glavu raising my head

smijei mi se mjesec the moon smiles at me
zapleten u granju entangled among the branches
miris proljea scent of the spring

ljuti kou rogova peels off the velvet from
mladog jelena the young buck's antlers

zimsko jutro winter morning
divna arabeska a beautiful arabesque
na mom prozoru on my window pane
poslije kie as the rain ceased

protrim ispod duge I ran under the rainbow
i nita and, nothing!
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Beate Conrad, Germany/USA (Njemaka/SAD)
Oceans collide Sudaraju se oceani

in the sound of darkness u zvuku tame
unfolding light razvija se svjetlost
Morning glory Ladole

a hole in the wall rupa u zidu
looking at me gleda u mene
Peeling wallpaper Skidam tapete

the evening behind veer iza
the evening. veeri.
Buddha's Birthday. Budin roendan.

Quickly the little prince lights Princ svjetlosti hitro ozari
another star. jo jednu zvijezdu.
Geethanjali Rajan Chennai, Indija / India
hospital stay u bolnici

outside my window iza mog prozora
another leaf falls pade jo jedan list
A Hundred Gourds 1:3 June 2012

dog days ljetna sparina
the boy crawls under djeak pue ispod
a parked truck parkiranog kamiona
A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013

clear sky vedro nebo
the vendor sells clouds prodava prodaje oblake
of cotton candy eerne vate
Mainichi Shimbun, Japan 6.12.2013
286
dry riverbed suho korito rijeke

the eagle makes orao nadlijee u
a perfect circle pravilnim krugovima
summer heat vru ljetni dan

the little girl spots an oasis djevojica opazila oazu
in the clouds u oblacima
Marta Chocilowska, Poland (Poljska)
after a quarrel nakon svae

the corners of your mouth ugao tvojih usana
once up once down gore pa dolje
Don Baird Haiku Anthology Faces and Places
red cheeks crveni obrazi

my hands without gloves moje ruke bez rukavica
in your pockets u tvojim depovima
Asahi Haikuist Network, 14 Feb. 2014

cool breeze svje lahor
spider on its thread flying pauk na svojoj niti leti
into the unknown u nepoznato
Asahi Haikuist Network, 19 Dec. 2014
I barely touched jedva dodirnuh

the thick trunk debelo stablo
a lizard's tail rep gutera
KUZU, Japanese monthly haiku journal, No 12/2014
rendezvous venk
on my lips na mojim usnama
Indian summer miholjsko ljeto
commendation, in IV edition of Polish International Haiku Competition 2014
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house demolition sruena kua

on a pile of rubble na hrpi ute
wedding portrait portret s vjenanja
the third trei

gray heron cry ... zov sive aplje ...
mist rises magla se die
lighting the stove loim pe

on the birch log na cjepanici od breze
two leaves yet jo dva lista
winter garden zimski vrt

caged bird whistles ptica u kavezu zvidi
the jazz standard klasini dez
white dresses bijele haljine

on the way to church putom do crkve
plum trees in blossom procvjetale ljive
Andrzej Dembonczyk, Silesia, Poland (Poljska)
bus stop stajalite busa

between our glances izmeu naih pogleda
snowflakes pahulje snijega
Asahi Shimbun, 17.02.2012

autumn jesen
leaves have fallen otpalo lie
from the bonsai s bonsaija
Asahi Shimbun 30.10.2009

spring! proljee!
leaning over the river naginje se nad rijeku
old willow stara vrba
Haiku Novine, March 2012
288

back from the hospital povratak iz bolnice
the stork's nest rodino gnijezdo
still empty jo prazno
Haiku Pix Review No.2/2011 Spring

country road poljski put
in the snowdrift zametena snijegom
old circus wagon stara cirkuska prikolica
Mainichi, 24.02.2014

vegetable garden povrtnjak
between peas and tomatoes izmeu graka i rajica
our first kiss na prvi poljubac
Sketchbook, May / June 2011

All Saint Day Dan Svih svetih
next to grandma's grave na grobu do bakina
dead sparrow mrtav vrabac
Diogen, Spring 2013
Smajil Durmievi, Bosnia and Herzegovina (Bosna i Hercegovina)
martovsko sunce a March sun

grije blagim zrakama warms with mild rays
staro mezarje the old cemetery
etvrti marta the fourth of March

kako je Tvorac strpljiv, how is the Creator patient,
jaglac jo cvjeta primrose blooms still
gore visoko up high

na stijeni orao, on the rock an eagle,
sam u tiini alone in silence
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Medina Danbegovi, Egypt/Bosnia and Herzegovina (Egipat, Bosna i

Hercegovina)
Haiku sa rubova srca/Haiku from the edge of my heart
Nema sjeanja Without memories...
Svitanje sivo-uto Dawning gray-yellow
Na dnu rijeke. On the bottom of river.
Zamrzle ceste Streets under ice

Ne uju ensku tiklu Cannot hear the high heels
Hitre noge. Quick feet.
Rubovi srca Edges of a heart

Nabrekli godinama Swollen by years
Sad ire nemo. Now spread helplessness.
Zimska svjetlost Winter light

Nemono skljokana Helplessly slumped
Rastapa boje. Melting colours.
Lorin Ford, Australia (Australija)
historic fire bell povijesno vatrogasno zvono

a butterfly at rest odmara se leptir na
on the makers name imenu tvorca

lawn daisies tratinice na travnjaku ...
we look up to the trees mi gledamo uvis stabla
with Latin names s latinskim imenima
spring clouds proljetni oblaci ...

dove-grey cygnets golubasto-sivi mladi labudovi
drift with the flow noeni strujom
river mist rijena maglica

the best blackberries left najljepe kupine ostavljene
for the bunyip* za mitsko bie
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almost willing gotovo spremna

to suspend my disbelief obustaviti svoju nevjericu ...
snow angels aneli u snijegu
*The bunyip is a mythical creature from Australian folklore/ Mitsko bie iz australskog folklora
Zeshan Hayat, England (Velika Britanija)
We see eye to eye Okom u oko vidimo

On a rare opposition Na rijetkom poloaju
And orbit our Lord I kruimo oko Gospodina
Stars drip onto the canvas Zvijezde kaplju na kanvas

The portrait of the night awaits Portret noi eka
Her heavenly glow Njen nebeski sjaj
City rose Gradska rua

Fallen in slumber Zadrijemala
Forgetting Zaboravljajui
The tears of a willow Suze tune vrbe

Fall like snow Padaju poput snijega
In cold winter days Za hladnih zimskih dana
The concrete surrounds Betonsko okruenje

The silent whispers Tiha aputanja
Of London city Jezgre Londona
Midhat Midho Hrni, Bosnia and Herzegovina (Bosna i Hercegovina)
senrju / senryu
gledam susjedu I look at my neighbour

iza krzna lisice behind her fox fur hides
krije se zmija a snake
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mladi brani par a young couple

isturenih stomaka with their protruding bellies
eta alejom walking down the alley
iz kronje trenje the crows cawing

oglasie se svrake in the cherry's crown
stiu susjedi neighbours arriving
iza pijanca a group of boys

ide grupa djeaka follows a man on tipsy legs
teturajui staggering as well
Branka Kamenek, Slovenia (Slovenija)
nebo se crveni ruddy sky

otvoreni lokvanji open water lilies
u bati jezera in the garden pond
premrzli dlanovi. frozen palms.

zima ree tragove winter cutting tracks
u brazde istine into furrows of silence
srebri se perje silvery feathers

pod crnim nebom under the black sky
slijep ovjek a blind man
Robert Kania, Poland (Poljska)
full moon puni mjesec

remembering the steps sjeam se koraka
of Neil Armstrong Neila Armstronga
Creatrix #25 Haiku - June 2014; The Mainichi Shimbun- June 2, 2014;
WHA Haiga Contest, July 2014; "Faces and Places" haiku antologhy by
Don Baird, 2015
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melting snow topi se snijeg

another hope jo jedna nada
to fall in love da u se zaljubiti
World Haiku Review, January 2014 - first place for neo classical haiku
brass bell: a haiku journal - December 1, 2014

lightning sijeva
on a hedgehog spikes na bodljama jea
raindrops kapi kie
WHA Haiga Contest, May 2014; tinywords, issue 14.2 - September 29, 2014
butterfly leptir
I remember sjeam se
nothing niega
The Heron's Nest, 16:1, March 2014; Butterfly Dream by Chen-ou Liu -
August 6, 2014
winter wind zimski vjetar

no cold nije joj hladno
in white veil pod bijelim velom
Diogen Winter Contest 2013 - first place for senryu; WHA Haiga Contest,
March 2014
a sandstorm pjeana oluja ...

calm svjeina
only in the hourglass samo u pjeanom satu
The Mainichi Shimbun - April 8, 2013; tinywords, issue 14:1 - May 27, 2014
Jovo Kneevi, Montenegro (Crna gora)
vilin-konjici the dragonflies

koliko njemu traje how long lasts that single day
taj dan ivota? of its life?
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jeleni snani these strong bucks

umske smetove gaze wading through snow drifts
da proe lane so the fawn can walk
vrhovi beli white mountain tops

ta li oveka vue what is it drawing man
da vam se penje? to climb up to you?
sino pahulja, last night a snowflake,

a jutros smetovi beli this morning the snowdrifts
ta prespavasmo! how we overslept!
a kad procveta when flowering

dolina kukureka, this valley of hellebore,
otac se vraa my father returns home
Krzysztof Kokot, Poland (Poljska)
fish market ribarnica

on the seller's shirt na koulji prodavaa
"Old Spice" "Old Spice"
Indian Kukai #03
Spring sun proljetno sunce

in the traces on the snow u tragovima na snijegu
water gathers skuplja se voda
pale girl blijeda djevojka

on the hospital lawn na bolnikom travnjaku
primroses bloom cvatu jaglaci
Sharpening The Green Pencil 2014, Commendation
the falling feather pada pero

in the thicket of branches u gustiu granja
sound of battle zvuk bitke
Vladimir Devid Haiku Award 2014, Commended
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knock on the door kucanje na vratima

from this and other side s ove i s one strane
question marks znak upitnika
Vladimir Devid Haiku Award 2013, Grand Prize
Spring Equinox proljetni ekvinocij

granddad massages his wife pradjed masira svoju suprugu
with a muscle rub srunim masaerom
Asahi Shimbun, April 4, 2014
sip of cold water gutljaj hladne vode

on the edge of the glass na rubu ae
your perfume tvoj miris
paper wasp, vol.nineteen, no.2, winter 2013
reality stvarnost
in an empty apartment u praznom stanu
dusty letter praina na pismu
old box of crayons stara kutija s bojicama

in the imagination u mati
childs drawing djeji crte
nagging loneliness izjeda me samoa

line above the line crta nad crtom
on the door frame na dovratniku
the foggy morning maglovito jutro

in the cup spins u alici se vrti
foam on coffee pjena na kavi
Mainichi Shimbun, March 3, 2014
295
Jasuko Kurono (Yasuko Kurono), Japan
seek like an ant trai poput mrava

although there is no answer mada odgovora nema
in the book u knjizi
noise-wind-little birds cross male ptice prelijeu vjetrenjae

poets stand still pjesnici mirno stoje
hovering in their thoughts lebdei u svojim mislima
as dew dries kako se rosa sui

erase brie
sorrow and worry tugu i brigu
and the land and the underwater zemlja i podvodni svijet

all is sve je
in the Easter rain u uskrnjoj kii

Natalija Kuznjecova (Natalia Kuznetsova), Russia (Rusija)
twelve strokes of midnight dvanaest otkucaja ponoi

'tween the past and the future, izmeu prolost i budunosti,
endless space above beskrajni svemir iznad nas
European Quarterly Kukai, winter 2014
running afar promiu daleko

untended potato fields naputena krumpirita
no-man's land niija zemlja
Asahi Haikuist Network, 17 Oct. 2014
a silver moth srebrni moljac

resting on her headstone odmara se na nadgrobnom spomeniku
fall equinox jesenji ekvinocij
Sharpening the Green Pencil, 2013
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New Year ceasefire novogodinje primirje

the field kitchen busy uurbanost u poljskoj kuhinji
in refugees' camp izbjeglikog logora
Shiki Monthly Kukai, June 2014
a mass burial site zajednika grobnica

an old man and a boy starac i djeak
praying in silence potiho mole
"Prayer for Japan", an anthology, Japan 2011
snow-bound woods and fields ume i polja pod snijegom

reaching the horizon dopiru do horizonta
my native land moja domovina
Senryu / senrju
no calls, no email... nema poziva, nema poruka...

living in oblivion ivim u zaboravu
all day long cijeloga dana
3LIGHTS Gallery, March 2009
Chen-ou Liu, Canada (Kanada)
the market in twilight trnica u suton

fish scales and a bruised apple ljuske ribe i natuena jabuka
on the ground na tlu
the door slams shut . . . zalupljena vrata ...

my world moj svijet
between light and dark izmeu svjetla i tame
niece-and-nephew photos fotografije neakinje i neaka

cluster on the mantle skupina na ogrtau
alone with my books sama s mojim knjigama
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winter solstice zimski solsticij

the snarl and rumble reanje i tropot
of traffic prometa
a ghost bike bicikl kraj puta

locked to the lamppost... zakljuan za stup lampe...
beagle at dusk bigl** u sumrak
* A ghost bike is a bicycle set up as a roadside memorial in a place where a cyclist was killed
(Op.p author) /bicikl-duh, postavljen kao spomen biciklistu koji je izgubio ivot u vonji
**pas brakirac (op.p prevoditelj)
Andrius Luneckas, Litva / Lithuania
Snowing Ninge linitit snijei

sick child draws copil bolnav desennd bolesno dijete rie
the stork o barz alb rodu
revista HAIKU, Romania 2014, First Award / Prva nagrada
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Oprica Padeanu, Romania (Rumunjska)
fever of the spring proljetna viroza

an old man has forgotten starac je zaboravio
to straighten his back ispraviti lea
kite flying putam zmaja

a blackbird singing enters kos pjevajui ulazi
in my shadow u moju sjenu
twilight is sailing sumrak plovi

with cranes in it sa dralovima u sebi
news from nowhere nikakvih novosti
at the writing table za radnim stolom

a cricket helps me cvrak mi pomae
to finish my poem zavriti pjesmu
nursing home staraki dom

the quiet of prayer tiina molitve
over the dry flowers nad suhim cvijeem

Patricia Prime, New Zealand(Novi Zeland)
wrist x-ray sa svih strana

from all angles rendgen runog zgloba
its still broken jo je slomljen

emptied garage ... ispranjena garaa...
a pile of rubbish hrpa kojetarija
to take to the tip za odvoz na smetlite

stone Buddha kameni Buda
stolen from the garden ukraden iz vrta
a flurry of ants uurbanost mrava

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the new kitten novo mae

refuses to eat or drink . . . odbija jesti i piti ...
tempted with sardines primamljeno sardinama

Gallipoli Galipoljska bitka
a multitude of TV mnotvo televizijskih
war programmes ratnih programa

with my hands svojim rukama
learning the language uim znakovni
of signing jezik

the young lovers mladi ljubavnici
sprawled on the carpet oprueni na sagu
write their vows piu svoje zavjete
in the library u knjinici

pencilled notes olovkom podcrtane biljeke
in a book of verse u knjizi poezije

heatwave toplinski val
she buys a parasol ona kupuje suncobran
for the wedding za vjenanje

in my inbox u dolaznoj poti
my grandsons rezultati testa
exam results moga unuka
Izeta Radetinac, Serbia (Srbija)
Zimsko jutro A winter morning

ena u tali muze kravu A woman in the stable milks the cow,
Tele eka red. The calf waits its turn.
uma na brdu Forest on the hill

Vrhom podupire nebo Supports the sky with its treetops
Dri rastojanje. Keeping the distance
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U grabovoj umi In a hornbeam forest

Gdje no provodi dan Where the night spends the day
Sluam tiinu. Im listening to the silence
Pod nebom Under the sky

U noi stado ovaca In the night a flock of sheep
Snjena brda. Hills under the snow
Goran Radievi, Montenegro (Crna Gora)
mrtav orao a dead eagle

krilom grli with its wings hugging
hladan kamen a cold cliff
osmijeh na licu the smile on the face

porcelanske lutke of a porcelain doll
prkosi vremenu defies time
maslaak leti nebu windborne seeds of

ne, sad vidim the dandelions now I see
padaju pahulje they are snowflakes
cvijet po cvijet flower after flower

u dugi ikebana the rainbow of ikebana
slau se boje arranging its colours
Dragan J. Risti, Serbia (Srbija)
ostvaruju se achieving dreams

korak po korak snovi step by step
ostaci snega remains of the snow

u oblacima in the clouds
glasnici rata the messengers of war
trag istine a track of truth

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procvala trenja blossoming cherry

iznenaen pogled glance full of surprise
iz tramvaja from the tram

vene cvet u vazi withering flower in the vase
ekajui da baci waiting for your glance
pogled na njega to throw at it

pokriva ulicu, covering the street,
prodire mi u duu: it pertains my soul;
kini oblak a rain cloud

nema kola he has no car
nema ni stan nor has he home
ima nematinu he has the poverty
John Brian Robertson, Canada/Germany (Kanada/Njemaka)
going sober trijenjenje

a single cloud oblaak otie
swells in all directions u svim smjerovima
forced marriage prisiljeni na brak

an orchadist waters the sprout voar zalijeva mladicu
of a lemon tree limuna
moaning along putnik u podzemnoj

to the gypsys ballad njegov pas cvili na
a subway passengers dog romsku baladu
naked forest ogoljela uma

unanswered calls of a pozivi bez odgovora
blackcap left behind ostavljene crne grmue
leaf-clogged gutter liem zaepljen lijeb

the teacher tells us uitelj nam govori
how to feel kako da se osjeamo
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after barren row nakon bezvodne lijehe

one flood followed poplava
by another za poplavom
wilting roses uvenule rue

the fourth day in a row etvrti dan za redom
he hasn't called nije nazvao
Radhey Shiam (1922-2015), India (Indija)

mango tree is no more posjeeno stablo manga
I still hear a ja jo uvijek ujem
rustling of leaves um njegova lia

preaching dawn to dusks propovijedanje od zore
empty vessel do sumraka - prazna laa
makes much noise stvara mnogo buke

jogging couple par to tri
enlivens the lonely park oivljava pusti park
with floating songs glazbom u pokretu

duck and drake patka i patak
brightened a silent lake razvedrili tiho jezerce
with quack and quack svojim kvakanjem
Tomasz Szymczak, Poland (Poljska)

old frog stara aba
still jo uvijek
there tamo
Mainichi Shimbun, 20.01.2015
signs of spring on roads na cesti znaci proljea

on their way back home huge flocks velika jata biciklista
of bike riders na povratku kui
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Italian sunsets talijanski zalasci

an orgy of warm colors orgija toplih boja
she alone and blue(s) a ona sama i snudena
gallery of art umjetnika galerija

spring collection of sunsets proljetna kolekcija zalazaka
by seaview window kraj prozora s pogledom na more
summer in convent ljeto u samostanu

after cat meditation nakon meditacije make
mices' prayer molitva mieva
Dimitrij krk, Slovenia (Slovenija)
lipa v razcvetu a lime in bloom

v njeni diei senci in its fragrant shade ripening
medijo misli honeyed thoughts
sonce v deju raining through sunshine

kolona vozil pelje the car queues crawl
proti mavrici towards the rainbow
objem tiine embracing silence

na mojem rnem plau on my black cloak
prve sneinke the first snowflakes
severni veter the northern wind

brije v zgodnje jutro blowing harshly at dawn
dvignem ovratnik I pull up my collar
stopim iz hie leaving my house

dve grlici vzletita two turtledoves take off
v deevno jutro into a rainy morning
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Neal Whitman, USA (SAD)
her litte boy djeai na plai

holds out a yellow beach pail u ruci dri utu kanticu
mother looks in majka viri u nju
a flock of gulls jato galebova

lift off the sand in one swoop podiglo pijesak u jednom naletu
the dog's boastful bark pas hvalisavo laje
a boy and girl djeak i djevojica

build a castle in the sand grade dvorac u pijesku
fledglings in flight utokljunci u letu
Mirjana Hani Drempeti Smoli, dr. art, Zabok
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Billie Wilson, SAD / USA
The horses
long dry spell duga sua

horses in the paddock konji u ogradi meusobno
swish each other's flies ibaju muhe
Hermitage III (2006)m Mann Library's Daily Haiku Featured Poet (June
2008)
tears blur the meadow suze zamutile livadu

a small pony maleni poni
nuzzles my hand njuka moju ruku
World Haiku Review Premier Issue (May 2001) [chosen as a "Favorite of

Favorites" by James W. Hackett]; Cornell University Daily Haiku (2002)
winter stillness zimska tiina

a low nickering nisko njitanje
from the horses konja
The Heron's Nest IV:3 (2002)
in my dreams last night u snima prole noi

wild Arabian horses divlji arapski konji
I butter his toast maem maslac na njegov tost
Haiku Dreamworks website (2000); also selected for THF Per Diem feature
(September 2013)
noonday heat podnevna ega

the scent of hay and horses miris sijena i konja
from the field s polja
missing you nedostaje mi

the farrier's hands potkivaeve ruke
calm the brood mare smiruju trudnu kobilu
Frogpond XXVII:2 (2004)
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March morning oujsko jutro

winter-furred horses konji u zimskom krznu
turned toward the sun okrenuti suncu
Haiku Light (2001)
fruit stand apples jabuke s tezge

the rich smell of horses bogat miris konja
on my hands na mojim rukama
to find the words: Haiku Society of America Northwest Region Members

Anthology (2000); Raku Teapot: Haiku (Raku Teapot Press, 2003); Haiku
Journey [video/computer game] (Hot Lava, 2006); Moonlight Changing
Direction (HPNC Two Autumns Press, 2008 - Guest Reader)
HAIKU IZ BRAZILA /
HAIKU BY BRAZILIAN'S AUTHORS
Haiku u zemlji sambe

Rosa Clement
Za znalce, rije samba priziva duhovitu glazbu i ples, tipinu za Brazil.

Samba je govor tijela, a Brazilci ga upotrebljavaju kako bi komunicirali sreu
sa strau i senzualnim pokretima (valovitog gibanja u tijelu ponajvie
zdjelice, dvoranom, op.p.). Prema popularnoj staroj pjesmi, Brazilac koji ne
voli sambu moda i nije sasvim zdravog razuma, dobra metafora kako bi se
prikazalo da je samba korijen s kojim bi svaki Brazilac trebao biti roen.
Prema tomu, samba je za Brazil ono to je haiku za Japan. Meutim, dok
skoro svaki Brazilac zna kako uhvatiti sambu svojim stopalima, glazbu
haiku-poezije ne pozna svaki plesa sambe ili ak za haiku nije niti uo.
Ova zvuna japanska forma, puna pokreta, harmonije i iznenadnog zaokreta
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(napetosti) oduevljava mnoge Brazilce dok putuje iz regije u regiju i iskuava

njihovu sposobnost hvatanja trenutaka haiku pjesme u tri retka. Ipak, kao i
samba, haiku je izgradio i brazilsko lice, dok istraujui nastavlja do pravog
puta kako bi pronaao svoje mjesto u svjetskoj haiku-poeziji.
Postoje indicije da su prve vijesti o haikuu (haikai u Brazilu) dole iz
Francuske s knjigama putnika i da su povezane s Paul-Louisom Couchoudom.
Njegovim djelovanjem haiku se rasprostranio Brazilom kao knjievni izriaj
(prema internetskoj stranici Paula Franchettija "O Haicai no Brasil" (Haiku
u Brazilu; web adresa je nie navedena). Goga Masuda, u svojoj knjizi "O
Haicai no Brasil" (Haiku u Brazilu, 1988) navodi da je haiku stigao u Brazil
iz Francuske sa studentima orijentalnih predmeta u prvim desetljeima
dvadesetog stoljea. Afrnio Peixoto (1875-1947) takoer spominje haiku
u predgovoru knjizi 1919. godine. Nekoliko drugih brazilskih pjesnika toga
razdoblja, kao Haroldo de Campos, takoer je razvilo zanimanje za haiku,
utkavi nit vie u originalni brazilski haiku.
Meutim, veina brazilskih pisaca za haiku je ula ponajprije od dobro
poznatog brazilskog pjesnika Guilhermea de Almeide (1890-1969). Almeida
je pronio vijest o haikuu u lanku "Os Meus Haicais" (Moj haiku, 1937).
Neto kasnije objavio je i zbirku "Poesia Vria" (Razna poezija, 1947).
Almeida je predstavio novi stil u pokuaju adaptiranja haikua u tada tekue
knjievne konvencije, koje su sadravale tradicionalan slogovni pristup
5-7-5, no koristio je dva para rima: jedan par za prvi i trei stih a drugi u
drugome stihu, rimujui drugi i posljednji slog. Dodatno, njegovi haikui
imali su naslove, ponekad unutarnje interpunkcije i obilovali su metaforama.
Najee, ove su se metafore odnosile na stariju dob, smrt itd., ali ponekad,
bile su i o prirodi. Ova novost zaisnteresirala je mnoge pjesnike koji su
pokuali imitirati Almeidu. Mnogi haikui bili su naueni i objavljeni prema
pravilima koja je kreirao Almeida. ek i danas, poetnici na podruju haiku-
poezije esto pokuavaju pisati haiku u Almeidinu stilu.
CARIDADE DRAEST
Desfolha-se a rosa Rua na kraju ljeta

parece at que floresce tada joj niz latica pada
o cho cor-de-rosa. tlo rumenilom cvjeta.
Guilherme de Almeida Prijevod / Translated by T. Mareti
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CHARITY CHARITY
Rose petals fall Falling petals of the rose

it even seems that the ground gowned seems to be the ground
blossoms pink with blossom coloured ros
Iz eseja R. Clement na engl. jeziku. Prijevod / Translated by D. V. Roi
Kasnije, brazilski pisci i itatelji otkrili su da Almeidin haiku nije pisan

u japanskoj tradiciji, no nastavili su dodavati daljnje preokrete. Millor
Fernandes (1924-), poznati knjievnik sa stilom koji vue na humorno, kao
i Paulo Leminski (1944-1989), pjesnik i istraiva haiku-poezije, donijeli su
itateljima novi pristup u pisanju haikua. Koristili su humor, igru rijeima,
dosjetke i manje slogova, a naslovi i interpunkcije nisu bili dio haikua koje su
predstavljali svojim itateljima. Leminski, pobunjenik i radikalni pjesnik, bio
je vie privuen antropomorfijom. Prema Edsonu Kenji Iuri, rad Leminskog
imao je odjeka u haikuima Nempukua Sata (vidi nie), dok Joo Angelo
Salvadori tvrdi (Caqui site) da je Leminski imao ujtecaj na konkretnu
poeziju ezdesetih i sedamdesetih.
Dok naa samba zadrava toplinu u svojim koracima od poetka
dvadesetog stoljea, brazilski haiku zaokrenuo je nekoliko stupnjeva od
Almeidinog stila, nudei novu perspektivu naim itateljima haiku-poezije.
Haiku-pjesnici poeli su pisati poput Millora i Leminskog, a itatelji i pjesnici
s vremenom su slijedili ove nove stilove, uvjereni da itaju i stvaraju dobar
haiku. Zapravo, mnogi od ovih haikua, osim to su impregnirani humorom
i igrom rijeima, ponudili su trenutak refleksije pozornom itatelju kako bi
dublje razmiljao o stihovima.
Ipak, iako su haikui bili ugodni, stilovi su poticali dvoumicu o kvaliteti,
odnosno postavljali pitanje je li doista rije o haikuu ili ne.
"Meu dinheiro
Vem todo
Do meu tinteiro"
Millor Fernandes
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My money Moj novac

all comes sav dospijeva
from my inkwell iz moje mastionice
"cortinas de seda
o vento entra
sem pedir licena"
Paulo Leminski
silk curtains svilene zavjese

the wind comes in vjetar ulazi
without asking bez pitanja
U ovom trenutku, Brazilci su okrueni globalizacijom, ali joj se nisu

jo sasvim predali kao ni izvanjskim utjecajima na haiku. Veina brazilskih
haiku-pjesnika vjeruje da je pisanje u slogovnome ritmu 5-7-5 obvezno, pa
esto nailazimo na autore koji se usredotouju upravo na ovo svojstvo haikua.
Rijei portugalskog jezika esto su duge, doputaju ukljuivanje dodatnih
slogova s vrlo malo napora. Ipak, to nije uvijek tako. Ponekad, pisac se trudi
pronai odgovarajuu rije kako bi zaokruio formu od 5-7-5 slogova, samo
iz razloga da njegov haiku ima korektan broj slogova. Zbog toga moemo
sresti haiku koji sadri rijei koje ne donose nita osim slogova, a zapravo
oslabljuju znaaj samog haikua. Jo uvijek nije rijetko naii na brazilski haiku
koji koristi metafore, poredbe i antropomorfizme. Pojedini knjievni kritiari
to odobravaju i pogoduju upotrebi ovih obiljeja, dok drugi poduavaju
svoje itatelje da nastoje izbjegavati ovakvu praksu. Ovo svakako zbunjuje
brazilske itatelje i knjievnike. Brazilski autori prouavaju stare majstore,
koji su povremeno upotrebljavali antropomorfizme ili metafore zbog boljeg
uinka. Pitajui se, ako su Isa, Bao, Buson i iki pisali na taj nain, zato ne
bi i oni inili isto? Odgovori su esto neuvjerljivi.
Poput sambe, brazilski haiku ima skoranju, no ipak ve podulju povijest.
Novi autori haikua niknuli su od sjevera do juga. Osnovane su nove udruge
te se objavljuju i zbirke haikua, tradicionalnog i one alternativnih stilova.
Majstori i uenici razgovaraju o formi na forumima, razmjenjuju ideje i
otkrivaju vie o svijetu haikua. So Paulo je velika poetna toka, gdje
predvodnici poput Edson Kenji Iure i Paula Franchettija koordiniraju glavnu
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skupinu haiku-pjesnika, koja razmatra brojne teme koje se tiu haikua. Drugo
vano ime H. Masuda Goga, 92, japanskoga podrijetla, sja na brazilskom
haiku-nebu. On je autor Deset haiku-zapovijedi, skupine pravila koja se
odnose na haiku, objavljenih na mrenoj stranici Caqui, kao i nekoliko zbirki
haikua.
Goga je takoer pomogao pri osnivanju Grmio Haicai Ip, pionirske
udruge u So Paulu. Njegova pravila od velike su pomoi poetnicima u
biljeenju haikua. Haiku-majstor Goga imigrirao je u Brazil 1929., kasnije je
susreo Guilhermea de Almeidu i druge autore koji su se bavili haiku-poezijom.
Meutim, Goga je razvio veu bliskost s Nempukuom Satom (1898-1979),
takoer pjesnikom imigrantom iz Japana, koji je poduavao umjetnost haiku-
pjesnitva ostalim japanskim useljenicima. Njegova uenja utjecala su na
haiku na portugalskom jeziku, a njegovo znanje cijeni se i danas. Ostali
autori, kao Paulo Franchetti, Francisco Handa, Ricardo Silvestrin, Teruko
Oda iz So Paula i Alice Ruiz iz Parane, ve su izdali knjige o haikuu. Alice
Ruiz dri predavanja o haikuu, naglaavajui njegove zen-znaajke. Takoer,
tu je i supruga Paula Leminskog i njezin je stil u haikuu poprilino slian
njegovom. U Amazoniji, spisatelji i pjesnici kao to su Samuel Benchimol,
Luiz Bacellar, Anibal Bea, Zemaria Pinto, Rose Clement, Anisio Melo, Joo
Batista Evangelhista, Jorge Tufic i Simo Pessoa objavljivali su haiku, svaki
u stilu kakvim su zamiljali da je pravi haiku-stil. Meunarodni prouavatelji
haikua i autori poput R. H. Blytha, Williama Higginsona, Roberta Spiessa i
Jane Reichhold polako postaju dijelom brazilskog haiku-rjenika.
Iako u Brazilu plesai sambe pleu na jednaki nain od sjevera do juga
kroz sva godinja doba, ta doba posjeduju svoje razlike od regije do regije.
ak i na sjeveru, u brazilskoj amazonskoj regiji, gdje se gotovo tijekom
itave godine izmjenjuju kie i sunce, moemo otkriti razdoblja u kojima se
doima da je cvijee raskono svugdje. Brazilski jug ima jasno odvojena etiri
godinja doba, no dok je u Amazoniji ljeto, u So Paulu je zima. Stoga,
nae kigo-rijei mogu u mnogome varirati, a ponekad imamo i problem
birati sezonsku rije. Goga i Teruko Oda tiskali su "Natureza - Bero do
Haicai" (Priroda kolijevka haikua, 1996.), popis kigo-rijei koje se mogu
koristiti u junom dijelu Brazila. Sjeverni Brazil treba pripremiti vlastitu
listu koja godinja doba ukljuiti u listu pitanje je, jer to je regija sa samo
sunim i vlanim periodima. Na jugu je veliki broj prizora za haiku, poput
draesnih stabala ip, koja cvatu u utoj i ljubiastoj boji, Amazonija ima
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svoje harpune i mree i krila koja lete (nad) praumom svakodnevno. Dok
se samba zadrala bez promjena, haiku na portugalskom jeziku u Brazilu
polako se mijenja, ponekad pribliavajui se tradicionalnom japanskom stilu,
ponekad otkrivajui naine kako da se priblii modernom haikuu vezujui
se na meunarodnu literaturu, a sve u pokuaju da odri korak sa svjetskom
haiku-misli. To nije lako ostvariti! Polako, brazilski pisci osvijestili su nove
naine i pravila koja mogu slijediti ili ih zanemariti. Meutim, postoji otpor
prihvaanju novih pristupa haikuu, jer openito, izostaju upute koje piscu
mogu biti uvjerljive.
Uiti kako pisati haiku svakodnevni je zadatak. To je jednostavan proces, ali
i stvar pronalaenja pravog trenutka i rijei koje bi zabiljeile i ovjekovjeile
nae prizore. Potrebno je nauiti da ponekad trebamo sedamnaest slogova, a u
nekim drugim prilikama dovoljno ih je samo nekoliko, kako bismo proslijedili
prizor i trenutak svome itatelju, a da pritom sutina haikua postane glavni
sastojak prizora. Nadamo se da e ritam, kadenca i pokret haikua biti s
lakoom usvojeni, poput koraka sambe.
Sa zahvalnou Charlesu R. Clementu i Edsonu Kenjiju Iuri za recenziju
ovog eseja.
Bibliografija:
http://www.kakinet.com/caqui/goga.htm
http://www.kakinet.com/caqui/leminski.htm
http://www.geocities.com/fqueiroga/leminsky.html
http://www.releituras.com/millor_bio.asp
http://www.secrel.com.br/jpoesia/millor08.html
http://www.unicamp.br/~franchet/histhaik.htm
http://www.kakinet.com/caqui/nempuku.shtml
http://www.unicamp.br/~franchet/histhaik.htm
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HAIKU MODERNIH BRAZILSKIH AUTORA

Pripremili, preveli i uredili
Tomislav Mareti i Miljenko Mayer.
NATHALLY AMARI A. B. de ANDRADE, RIO DE JANEIRO
Tarde ensolarada
A menina atenta, espera
O barulho da bicicleta
Sunny afternoon Sunano popodne

An attentive girl expecting Paljiva djevojka oekuje
The bicycle's noise Buku dvokolice
Voo da liblula
Os olhos da menina
Voam tambm
Flight of the liblula Let vretenca

The girl's eyes Oi djevojke
Also fly Takoer lete
Meio fio
Ando cambaleando
Me apoio no vento
Curbstone Rubni kamen

I stumble and lean Posrem naslonjena
against the wind Na vjetar
Flores de Ip
Nas rvores ou no cho
Colorem a urbe
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Ip flowers Cvjetovi ip
In the trees or on the ground Na stablima ili na tlu
Coloring the metropolis Boje velegrad
Fogos de artifcio-
O barulho colorido reflete
Em meus olhos
Fireworks Vatromet
The colored noise reflects Obojena buka zrcali se
In my eyes U mojim oima
Doce contato
A flor desabrocha
Para o beija-flor
Sweet contact Slatki dodir

The flower blooms Cvijet cvjeta za
For the hummingbird Kolibria
ROSA CLEMENT, MANAUS, AMAZONAS
trovoada
ser que o grilo tambm
tem medo
thunderstorm grmljavina
I wonder if the cricket je l' i zrikavac takoer
is afraid too uplaen
lua cheia
corra rato corra e leve
um pouco de queijo
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full moon puni mjesec

run mouse run and take tri miu tri i uzmi
that piece of cheese komadi sira
previso de chuva
savas constroem suas casas
mais rpido
rain forecast prognoza kie

leaf cutter ants build mravi listonoe1 grade
their houses faster bre svoje kue
banco do parque
faam espao para mim
folhas secas
park bench klupa u parku

make room for me uinite izbu za mene
fallen leaves suhi listovi
nuvem de chuva
fiquei apenas com uma
folha cinza de papel
storm clouds kini oblaci

I'm only left with a grey ostah samo sa sivim
sheet of paper listom papira
luzes de inverno
a sombra do co no cabe
em sua casa
1 M
ravi listonoe (Formigas savas, the ants leafcutters) ive u Junoj i Srednjoj Americi
te junim dijelovima SAD-a pripadaju dvjema skupinama: Atta i Acrommyrmex, lie koje
reu i nose u mravinjak neophodno je za vrstu gljivica s kojima ive u simbiozi.
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winter light zimska svjetla

my dog's shadow doesn't fit sjena mog psa ne stane
in its house u svoju kuicu
relmpago
o assunto da famlia muda
para peixe eltrico
lightning bljeskanja
the family's subject changes tema obitelji postaju
to electric eels elektrine jegulje
meados de inverno
sombrinhas colorem
o mercado de pulgas
mid winter sredinom zime

umbrellas color boje suncobrana
the flea market sajam buha
chuvinha fina
a tordo-me se eria
para encher o ninho
drizzly day fina kiica

a mother thrush fluffs to fill majka drozd kostrijei se
the nest da ispuni gnijezdo
construo de estrada
crianas da escola abraam
a rvore gigante
road construction cestogradnja

school kids hug kolska djeca obgrlila
the giant tree ogromno stablo
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VANIA DOMICIANO
Cotidiano / Everyday / Svakodnevno
Fofoqueira ou aranha
Em cada teia
H uma faanha

Gossip or spider Tra ili pauk
In each web u svakoj mrei
There is a feat je pothvat
THIAGO LUZ
Tempos Modernos/ Modern Times / Moderna vremena
Os prdios so capitalistas,
Os passeioscomunistas e sob os viadutos
Africanos se escondem de nossas vistas.
The buildings are capitalists,

The sidewalks are communists and under the viaducts
Africans are hidden from our view.

Zgrade su kapitalisti,
Plonici komunisti a ispod podvonjaka
Afrikanci skriveni od naeg pogleda.
Vaga-lumes / Fireflies / Krijesnice
A luz se apaga
E vaga-lumes me sonham
Uma falsa manh.
The light turns off Svjetlo se gasi

And fireflies make me dream I krijesnice ine da sanjam
A false morning. Lano jutro.
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JOS MARINS
noite de primavera
s me lembro ter deitado
para ouvir a chuva
spring night proljetna noca

I just remember going to bed podsjeti me otii u postelju
to listen to the rain da bih sluao kiu
fila do sorvete
garoto conta e reconta
as suas moedas
in line for ice cream red za sladoled

the boy counts again and again stalno iznova djeak broji
his coins svoje kovanice
no estou sozinho
a lua cheia de outono
me deu uma sombra
I am not alone nisam osamljen

the full autumn moon puni jesenski mjesec
casts my shadow baca moju sjenu
rvores sem folhas

devagar o homem idoso
acompanha o co
trees without leaves stabla bez lia

slowly the old man starac sporo
follows the dog prati psa
o pai olhando
a foto antiga
Dia das Mes
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the father's long stare otac dugo gleda

at the old photo staru fotografiju
Mother's Day Majin dan
tanto nesse bairro

falta-me uma cigarra
para um haicai
deep in the barrio tako mi manjka

I lack a cicada cvrak u toj etvrti
for my haiku za jedan haiku
at onde
a folha seca
sobre o rio?
to where dokle e
the dry leaf suhi list
over the river? preko rijeke?
medito em nada
a prxima inspirao
coisa passada
I meditate on nothing razmiljam o niemu

the next inspiration sljedee nadahnue je
is passed stvar koja je prola
voa a bola, gira,

vai desenhando uma curva
um s grito vira
the ball flies, spins, lopta leti, vrti se,

going by drawing a curve ide crtaju krivulju
a big cry only samo snani krik
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TANKA
h na gavetinha
da mquina de costura
um dedal de prata
o neto que nele mexe

h muitos anos sou eu
there is in the little drawer u maloj ladici

in this sewing machine ivaeg stroja je
a silver thimble srebrn naprstak
grandson that it moves unuk koji to pomie

for many years am I mnoge godine sam ja
tempo passageiro,
desapegado, vazio,
viaja no vento
de sbito esse silncio

de memrias caladas
passenger, the time, vrijeme prolaznik,

unattached, empty nevezan, prazan
travels with the wind putuje s vjetrom
all of a sudden, this silence odjednom, ova tiina

of unspoken memories neizreenog sjeanja
sigo ao seu lado

nossos rastros na poeira
o tempo fareja
o ritmo de nosso avano

ainda lembra uma dana
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by your side I follow slijedim na tvojoj strani

our track on the dust nae tragove u praini
the time sniffing vrijeme njui
the pace of our advance ritam naeg trajanja

still recalls a dance sjeajui se jednog plesa
assim minha alma,

igual aos meus olhos, que
no veem a si mesmos,
se desejo conhec-la,
preciso dos olhos teus
thus is my soul kako je moja dua

just like my eyes which ba kao moje oi, koje
can't see themselves ne vide sebe,
if I want to know it ako zaelim upoznati je

I need your eyes trebam tvoje oi
perdi toda a pressa

as horas no sabem desse
trecho que me resta
leio a escrita do tempo

nas linhas da minha testa
I've lost all hurry izgubih sve u urbi

hours don't acknowledge ne poznam sate onoga
this piece I still have to mi preostaje
I read time's writings itam pisanje vremena

on my forehead lines na crtama svoga ela
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SANDRO MICCOLI
procrastinador
de corao partido
procrastina a dor
procrastinator tom oklijevalu

with a broken heart srce se slomi pa sad
procrastinates pain oklijeva u svom bolu
em uma dana
os corpos so um
em ressonncia
in a dance u tom tancu

bodies are one stope se tijela u jedno
in resonance u rezonancu
dor e prazer.
a primeira vez,
no vai esquecer
pain and pleasure bol i uitak

the first time, prvi puta, pamti se
will not forget cijeli itak
giro e vejo
sessenta e nove vezes
viro e beijo
roll and see okrenem i snubim

sixty nine times ezdeset devet puta
turn and kiss okrenem i ljubim
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nada de amor
minha musa
s inspira a dor
no love nita od ljubavi

my muse muza mi samo
inspires the pain bolom se bavi
era uma vez

um amor platnico
que nada se fez
once upon a time bila jednom

a platonic love platonska ljubav
that was not mine ali ne sa mnom
amar sem sofrer

algum dia
ir acontecer?
to love without suffer ljubav bez patnje

will some day hoe li ikad bit
become true? bez te pratnje?

ALEXANDER PONTES
Vcios /Addictions / Ovisnosti
V aquela menina?
Sempre procurou por um heri,
Mas s encontrou a herona...

Seethatgirl? Vidite li, ta cura?
She always looked for a hero, Uvijek je traila heroja,
But she just foundheroin Sad se na heroin fura...
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Identidade / Identitiy / Identitet
Queria ser eu, no algum

Queria ser tudo...
Mas sou ningum.
I wanted to be me, not someone Hou biti, ne netko

I wanted to be all ... Hou biti sve...
But I'm nobody. No nisam nitko
Dvida / Doubt / Sumnja
Sempre cismo:
Ser a solido
A beira do abismo?
I wonder: Uvijek mra:

Is loneliness Osamljenost jest
At the abyss? Na rubu ponora
Ventania / The Wind / Vjetar
Valsandovem ovento,
Veloz eviolento, viajando
No vale do Tormento
Bora comes walzing Pleu dolazi bura

Swiftly and strongly, traveling Silovito vrtloi i juri
over the valley of Tortura U dolinu Tortura
SIDNEI SCHNEIDER
casa pequena
mas na janela
que lua!
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little house mala kua

but at the window ali usred prozora
the big moon kakav mjesec!
noite alta
se fosse um grilo
o ponteiro silenciaria
near dawn no pred zoru

if it were a cricket da je zrikavac kazaljka
the clock-hand would silence utjela bi
murmrio de rio
pousa um pssaro
na caixa-dgua
river murmur ubor rijeke

a bird lands na spremnik za vodu
at the water tank slijee ptica
no meio da enchente
uma xcara
flutuando
in the middle of the flood usred poplave

a cup jedna alica
floating pluta
cu azul
embaixo do capim-de-bode
a montanha
blue sky modro nebo

under the goat grass ispod kozje trave
the mountain planina
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entre carros
a ambulncia se contorce
vida breve
between cars izmeu auta

the ambulance squirms hitna pomo se vrpolji
brief life kratak ivot
voc caiu em mim

e eu
caymmi
you fell right on me ti si pala na me

and I a ja sam
caymmi caymmi 2
uma borboleta
voando debaixo dgua?
tua tatuagem
a butterfly jedan leptir

flying under water? leti ispod vode?
your tattoo tvoja tetovaa
no breve espao
entre dois prdios
um raio sem som
in the short space u kratkom prostoru

between two buildings izmeu dvije zgrade
a lightning without sound munja bez zvuka
ltima folha
2 D
orival Caymmi (1914-2008) poznati brazilski pjeva sambe, skladatelj i slikar. Njegovo
ime na portugalskom zvui ca em mim, kao pao sam na samoga sebe; this is the name of
a very known Brasilian samba singer, composer and painter. His name should mean I fell
on myself.
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fim da lida
para a formiga
last leaf posljednji list

end of the work konac posla
for the ant za mrava
Sidnei Schneider,
1960, Porto Alegre, RS, Brazil
Andorinhas e outros enganos, Porto Alegre: Dahmer, 2012.

Quichiligangues, Porto Alegre: Dahmer, 2008.
Plano de navegao, Porto Alegre: Dahmer, 1999.
Versos singelos-Jos Mart, Porto Alegre: SBS, 1997.
Algo haikais & outras pitangas, Porto Alegre: Artesanal, 1992.
Poemas 1987-1992, Porto Alegre: Artesanal, 1992.
AMAURI SOLON, RIO DE JANEIRO
geis maaricos
caando na praia fria -
aprecio o nascer do sol
the sandpipers hunt okretni vivci

along the cold beach love po hladnome alu
I watch the rising sun uivam u sunevu izlasku
manh muito fria -

um pardal bica forte
migalhas de po geladas
chilly morning prohladno jutro

a sparrow pecks vrabac snano kljuca
frozen bread crumbs smrznute mrvice
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cores cinza claro -

vejo o esquilo na neve
pontinho correndo
light grey colours svijetlosive boje

I see the squirrel on the snow vjeverica na snijegu
a moving dot pokretna je mrlja
velho pltano
a nica folha que resta
graciosamente cai
sycamore tree stara platana

the only left yellow leaf jedini preostali list
falls graciously ljupko pada
altos bambuzais -
cristais de neve acariciam
folhas tenras e caem
high bamboo trees visoki bambusi

snow cristals caress the tiny leaves snjeni kristali miluju njene
and tumble down listie i padaju
galhos do velho carvalho

carregados de neve -
um pica-pau trabalha
the old oak branches grane starog hrasta

heavy with snow oteale su od snijega
a woodpecker works jedan djetli radi
sol depois da chuva -

de repente o arco-iris
por trs das montanhas
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the sun, after the rain sunce poslije kie

sudenly, the rainbow odjednom, dga
beyond the hills iza planina
Cad o tesouro?
arco-iris estimula
sonhos da netinha
Where is the treasure? Gdje je blago?

the rainbow excites snove moje unuke
granddaughter's dreams uzbudila dga
gotas de orvalho
cintilam como brilhantes
a rosa vermelha
dew drops kapljice rose

gleaming like diamonds sjaje poput dijamanata
dark red rose grimizna rua
pousa o pintassilgo
no galho da sakur
pose para haicai
a goldfinch sits eljugar sjedi

on the sakura branch na grani trenjeva cvata
haikai inspiration haiku-nadahnue
o som das cores

murmrios cinza do vento
tocam minhas frias orelhas
sound of colours zvuk boj

grey humming of the wind sivo hujanje vjetra dira
touches my frozen ears moje smrznute ui
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TANKA
poema reencontrado
feito na adolescncia
vejo como fui
cabelos brancos e rugas

mas rebelde permanece
an old poem found pronaena pjesma

written in my teens napisana u mladosti
I see who I was vidim kakav bijah
white hair and wrinkles sijeda kosa i bore

but the rebel remains ali buntovnik je ostao
ah! lua dos sonhos

passa a noite e a madrugada
em brilhar contnuo
as estrelas e os sonhos
ofuscados pelo luar
ah! moon I dream of ah! mjesec iz snova

evening, night and dawn prolazi no i zora
steady glowing nastavlja sjajiti
stars and dreams overshadowed zviijezde i snovi

by the full shining moon zabljesnuti mjeseinom
um beb mamando
olhar sereno da me
puro carinho
calor do seio materno

como uma cuia de mate
330
breastfeeding baby dijete koje sie

mummy's loving look mamin vedri pogled
pure tenderness ista je njenost
warmth of mother's breast toplina njezina majinstva

like a hot tea cup kao alica aja mate
leva-me o barco
do cais de guas plcidas
parto sonhador
levo dores e poemas

a que portos chegarei ?
the boat takes me away brod me odnosi

from the harbour waters do pristanita mirnih vod
I set sail full of dreams odlazim kao sanjar
pains and poems with me nosim boli i pjesme sa sobom

where shall I arrive? u koje luke u stii?
***
ULISSES TAVARES
Toque / Touch / Dodir
Alguma coisa estranha acontece

Quando se toca em gente.
Experimente.
Something strange happens Neto se udno dogaa

When one touches people. Kada dotaknete ljude.
Try it. Pokuajte.
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Decreto / Decree / Dekret
Troco a presidncia da repblica

Por um cafun bem feito.
I change the presidency of the republic

For a well done stroking.
Mijenjam predsjednitvo republike
Za jedno dobro maenje.
Impostos / Taxes / Porezi
Eu pago
Tu pagas
Eles pegam.
I pay Plaam
you pay Plaa
they take it away. Oni odnose
Ambio / Ambition / Ambicija
Quando crescer,
Quero ser criana.
When I grow up Kada odrastem,

I want to be a child. elim biti dijete.
Almoo de negcios / Business lunch / Poslovni ruak
Sem dar na vista

Dois canibais palitam
Os dentes na Avenida Paulista
Without being noticed Neopazice

Two cannibals pick Dva ljudodera akaju
The teeth in Paulista Avenue. Zube na Aveniji Paulista
332
Pulso / Pulse / Puls
Quando algo diz no,

A vida mostra seu pulso.
O que sou meu formato,
O pulso meu sentido.
Aquilo que acontece pode ser,
O que pulsa o fato.
when something says no, Kada neto kae ne

life show its pulse. ivot pokazuje svoj puls.
what I am is my shape, to sam jest moj oblik,
pulse is my sense. Puls je moj osjeaj.
that which happens can be, to se dogaa moe biti,
but that which pulses is the fact. Pulsiranje je injenica
Crdula lucidez / Credulous lucidity / Lakovjerna lucidnost
Todos esto mentindo para mim.

O tempo todo.
Me vingo acreditando.
Everybody lies to me. Svi mi lau

All the time. Cijelo vrijeme.
I take revenge believing it. Osveujem se vjerujui.
VANICE ZIMERMAN FERREIRA, CURITIBA, PARANA
noite de dezembro
nas ruasde Curitiba
as luzes do Natal...
December night Prosinaka no

ChristmasLights glow na ulicama Curitibe
on Curitibastreets boina svjetla...
333
nas flores de Ip
setembro desperta
em tons de amarelo
flowersofIp cvat stable ip

Septemberawakens rujan se budi
in nuances of yellow u nijansama utoga
no degrau da escada
a xcara de porcelana
pausa para o ch...
therung of the ladder, preke ljestava

aporcelain cup porculanska aa
tea break... stanka za aj
tarde de outubro-
as flores azuis aguardam
o voo da borboleta
lateOctober- popodne u listopadu

blue flowersawait plavi cvjetovi3 ekaju
butterflyflight leptirov let
manh cinza
entre as grades de ferro
o perfume doslrios.
graymorning sivo jutro

between theiron railings izmeu eljeznih ipk
the scent oflilies miris ljiljana

fim de tarde
na roseira asgotas dgua
espelhos de Gaia...
3 Plavi cvjetovi su oito modrogrm - Tibouchina, est u Brazilu a nalazi se i u grbu grada
Curitiba.
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late afternoon kasno popodne
rosebushinthe drops ofwater ruin grm u kapljicama
mirrorsofGaia... ogledala Geje...
manh de sol
na varanda da casa antiga
o gato dorme
morningsun jutarnje sunce

on the old house's balcony na balkonu stare kue
a sleeping cat spava maak
tardede inverno
no olhar menino, reflexos
da pipa azul
winter afternoon zimsko popodne

lookat thisboy,the reflexes gle djeaka, odrazi
of a bluekite plavoga zmaja
na grade de ferro
desliza a gota dgua
tnue raio de luz
theiron fence eljezna ograda

adrop of water glides klie kapljica vode
faintray of light slab traak svjetlosti
manh de inverno-
a flor da cerejeira
balana na teia
winter afternoon zimsko jutro

thecherry blossom trenjin cvijet njie se
balancedin the web... u pauini
335
NEW BOOKS FROM ABROAD
Dan Doman, Romania
o crare prin ierburile toamnei / a path through autumn grasses (staza kroz
jesenje trave)
Photo-haiku and Other Visual Poems; Editura LIMES, Cluj-Napoca, 2012
ISBN 978-973-726-673-6
with my backpack on, s ruksakom na leima,

this spring, too i ovog proljea
I'm as rich as a snail bogat sam kao pu
poplar fluff in flight pahulje topole u letu

monotonous and insistent, monotona i uporna,
the beggar's song pjesma prosjaka
336
spring nostalgia proljetna nostalgija

the smell of crushed grass miris izgaene trave
under the kids' games pod djejom igrom
dog days ljetna ega

the mountain's shadow sjena planine
smells of resin mirii po smoli
first snow prvi snijeg

the cow's bell stops na trenutak utihnulo
for an instant zvono krave
robert d. wilson
A SOLDIER'S BONES (VOJNIKOVE KOSTI)

Writers and Lovers Studio, ISBN 978-986-89535-9-8
painted with obojena

moth wings, her brow . . . krilima nonog leptira, njena obrva ...
autumn sky jesenje nebo
these words . . . ove rijei ...

drifting past me on plutaju pored mene na
rafts of moon splavima mjeseca
337
the monsoon . . . monsun ...

no end to a nema kraja
heron's flight apljinu letu
thick fog . . . gusta magla ...

a coyote stretching kojot rastee
quiet tiinu
steep me, stars, uronjen ja, zvijezde,

in a coyote's broth . . . u orbu kojota ...
winter frost smrzavica
moonless night . . . no bez mjeseca ...

all that remains of a sve to je preostalo od
cicada's song pjesme cikade
and the moon . . . i mjesec ...

an ounce of darkness unca tame
gnawing night gloe no
SOLITUDE
Natalia Kuznetsova, Russia, a collection of haiku in English

Natalija Kuznjecova, Rusija, zbirka haikua na engleskom
a deserted nest naputeno gnijezdo

among bare birch branches meu golim granama breze
first snow falling sipi prvi snijeg
338
a drunk Santa pijani djed Mraz

carolling in full voice, pjeva boinu pjesmu na sav glas,
my dog all ears moj se pas pretvorio u uho
squares of light kvadrati svjetla

in the moonless darkness u tami bez mjeseine ...
homecoming povratak domu
sunshine in the hills sunano na bregovima

all streamlets dashing headlong svi potoii strmoglavljuju se poletno
to the unknown u nepoznato
an old dog stari pas

at the house wreckage kraj ruevina kue ...
still waiting jo eka
your face tvoje lice

I see it everywhere vidim ga svugdje
day moon mjesec danju
a peaceful sea town miran gradi uz more

dozing against orange dawn drijema u naranastom svitanju ...
no sign of earthquake nema znaka potresa
lost in blue izgubljena u plavom ...

flowering chicory fields procvala polja vodopije
under open skies pod otvorenim nebom
alone on the beach sama na obali

watching a fishermans boat promatram ribarev amac
sink into the mist kako tone u maglu
339
Blagoje Vujisi, Crna Gora/Montenegro
CVJETANJE ZVIJEZDA
Predgovor /Preview: Zoran Raoni; Prijepolje, Crna Gora / Montenegro,
2012.
ISBN 978-86-89323-00-9
Navrh planine Gilded top of pine

vrh bora se pozlati. on the top of the mountain.
Sa snom se rastah. Farewell to my dream.

Sjea ume. Deforestation.
Vidim pe uarenu I can see a glowing stove
i vijavicu. and the snowstorm.
No pod mjesecom Night under the moon

zrikavac otkucava the cricket is ticking
umjesto sata. instead of a clock.
dralova nema. There are no cranes.

Hoe li proljet doi Will the spring arrive
Il' ostat s njima? or stay with them?
Moj pas i sjenku My dog will go over

e mi prei, uvijek even my shadow, always
za mnom idui. following me.
340
Nebom nada mnom In the sky above me

meava golubova a storm of pigeons
prohuja brzo. in a quick rush.
Pljuskovi kie The downpours

svakog na suvo otjerali. repelled all into the dry.
Golub u bari. A pigeon in a puddle.
Smajil Durmievi, Zenica, BiH/Bosnia and Herzegovina
EPSKI GOROCVIJETI / MOUNTAIN FLOWERS OF EPA

Nakladnik/Publisher: Meligrafprint d.o.o., Zenica
Translated by .V. Roi, ISBN 978-9958-677-09-0
Damija nova A mosque all new

A ljudi nema. Ipak, but no people. And yet,
Bije est lula. water gushes from the six spouts
Ljepota boli Painful is this beauty

Niani ive sami The tombstones live alone
Divljina buja The Wild things flourish
Joha u kui Young trees growing through the house

I stado tue u vrtu And somebody elses sheep in the garden
Kako si, komo! Hey, how are you doin, my neighbour!
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I pade ovjek So, a Man fell down

Seljak na njivi. Grekom A farmer on his field. By mistake
Tek ovjek manje and thusone man less
Sa strane uma On two sidesforests

U srcu polja, dokle In the middle and in the heart, fields
ti pogled see as far as you can see
Lijepa kua A beautiful house. The woods

Mirie drvo. I selo smell nicely. And the village
Svi ivi. Ma san. all are alive. Only a dream
U Bosni selo A village in Bosnia,

U selu sela nema In it there is no village...
Sjeta i enja! Melancholy and yearning!
John Parsons, England/Engleska
IN A NEW GARDEN
(U NOVOM VRTU)
Published by Alba Publishing, Uxbridge, 2012; Illustrated by the author
ISBN: 978-0-9572592-6-3
342
sense of belonging osjeaj pripadnosti

snowdrops open visibabe se otvaraju
in a new garden u novom vrtu
pigeons clap wings golubovi lupaju krilima

white plum blossom falls bijeli cvjetovi ljive padaju
across Buddha po Budi
deep in forests duboko u umama

of sedge and reed moist black aa i trske vlano crne
eruptions of moles erupcije krtinjaka
still morning mirno jutro

down the lavender path niz stazu lavande
spring of bees naviru pele
her theory njena teorija

garden birds see me vrtne ptice u meni vide
as a horse konja
summer's end kraj ljeta

old heron circles stara aplja krui iznad
the dry pond presuene bare
Cezar Florin Ciobc, Romania/

Rumunjska
THE SEASONS CAROUSEL /
CARUSELUL ANOTIMPURILOR /
VRTULJAK GODINJIH DOBA
Editura PI, Iai 2013, in Romanian, German, French and English

ISBN978-606-13-1515-4
343
House in ruin Ruevna kua

on the clothesline na uetu za rublje
only bindweed samo slak
Almost dusk Skoro sumrak

snowdrops lightening visibabe osvijetlile
the old womans face lice starice
Power outage Nestalo struje

how clearly outside kako jasna izvana
the crickets song pjesma cvraka
Shooting star Zvijezda padalica

the patient looks at bolesnik promatra
his life line svoju crtu ivota
After the rain shower Nakon pljuska

in the dogs bowl u pseoj zdjelici
the Milky Way Mlijena staza
Thunder at dusk Munja u sumrak

only chestnuts cross samo kesteni preskau
the hopscotch kolicu na ploniku
Autumn leaves Jesensko lie

thickening the shadows zadebljuje sjene
of passers-by prolaznika
Christmas Eve Badnjak

the ficus turns again fikus se opet pretvara
into a Christmas tree u boino drvce
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Duan urii, Crna Gora/Montenegro
MJESEC NAD FUDIJAMOM /

THE MOON OVER FUJIYAMA
Biblioteka vilin konjic, Izdava/Publisher: Udruenje
crnogorskih haiina/Association of Montenegrin Haiku
Poets, Podgorica 2014; Prijevod na japanski / Japanese
translation: Sonja Vinji iovi; Prijevodi na engleski / English translations:
Sanja Vuini i/and .V. Roi
Nae mimoze Our mimosas

ko u Japanu trenje, like the cherries in Japan
jave proljee. announce the spring.
Japanska aplja A Japanese night heron

na crteu unuka on my grandson's painting
ko da je iva. as if alive.
Kod nas jo snijeg. Still snow.

A u Japanu trenje And in Japan all cherries
sve procvjetale. blossoming already.
U mome vrtu In my garden

ko u Nagasakiju, just like in Nagasaki,
cvjetaju trenje. cherries in bloom.
Procvale trenje Blossoming cherries

i pirinana polja and the fields of rice
slika Japana. a picture of Japan.
Cvrkut se uje: A twitter is heard:

japanska prepelica the Japanese quail
okuplja ptie. gathers its birds.
345
Moje te oko Paper kite,

prati, zmaju od papira. my eye follows you!
Ne izgubi se! Don't get lost!
Gle, Kavagui, Look, Kawaguchi

na njemu jedan labud there is a swan on it
divan baletan. a wonderful ballet dancer.
Borislav Trajkovi, Srbija/Serbia
PTICE SMRTONOSNICE/THE DEADLY BIRDS

Izdava/Publisher: Narodna biblioteka "Karlo
Bijelicki",Sombor; Recenzija/Review by Duan Gladi.
ISBN 978-86-81749-53-1
Krvavo proljee Bloody Spring
I ime mira! And the name of Peace!

Dvanaest Golijata. Twelve Goliaths
A jedan David. and a single David.
Nebom krstare Cruising in the sky

ptice smrtonosnice. birds carrying death.
I bljuju vatru. Spitting fire.

U pono dou At midnight arrive
noni leinari. I smrt the night vultures spilling death
prospu sa neba. from the sky.

Krvavo prolee Bloody spring
Srbiji donele laste brought to Serbia by swallows
elinih krila. of iron wings.
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Milosrdni aneo An angel of mercy
Brujanje s neba Humming from the sky

zaglui pelinji zuj. deafening buzzing of the bees.
Trenja u cvetu. Blossoming cherry.
Gle, ljubiice Look, violets

izvirile iz trave. peer from the grass.
Bombe padaju. Bombs falling down.

Lipe cvetaju. Blossoming lindens.
Jun mirie na barut. June in the scent of gunpowder.
I paljevine. And arson.
Dragan J. Risti, Serbia
PUT SUNCOKRETA
222 tanke na srpskom jeziku
SVEN, Ni, 2013; ISBN 978-86-7746-410-3
proleu prolea the springs fly by

proleu i jeseni so do the autumns
ljudi i neljudi humans and nonhumans
neutean i zbunjen sam broken-hearted and confused
zaglavljen meu ljudima I'm stuck among people
jutarnju rosu morning dew

uspavljuje poj ptica birds' song puts to sleep
sanjivost ljudi sleepiness of people
ne zavarava mrave not deceiving the ants
koji ve nekud ure already rushing somewhere
347
ovoga puta this time

sreujem svoje misli I'm settling down my thoughts
ba na pijaci at the market
sve mi izgleda uto everything seems to be yellow
poput gomila dinja like a pile of mellons
samo na snegu on the snow only

valjajui se ostavljamo while wallowing we leave
jasne tragove clear tracks
ali i oni samo but even they last
do narednog snega until a new snow only
gromovi thunders
menjaju mirno vee changing a still evening
utim u mraku I'm quiet in darkness
zaljubljeni se uvek those in love keep in touch
dodiruju mislima in their thoughts
mirno tee reka river flowing slowly

sred beskrajne ravnice amidst an endless valley
miruje dua my soul is calm
pokuavam da zaspim I'm trying to fall asleep
i sve ulepam snovima and embellish it all with dreams
celog ivota whole his life

moj otac radio nou my father worked night shifts
umro je danju he died during the day
ne mora ba nita you need not
na ovo da mi kae say anything to this
348
Beverly George, Australija/Australia
THIS PINGING HAIL (TA ZVONKA TUA)

Tanka, Eucalypt, 2012: Cover Illustrations: Tumi K Steyn - B M George
& T K Steyn
out there tamo vani

in this war-torn world u ratom razorenu svijetu
people who ljudi koji
collect stamps, press flowers skupljaju potanske marke, preaju cvijee
gather shells at daybreak skupljaju koljke u zoru
Simply Haiku 6 (3) 2008; Take 5 2008
a nurse at the clinic medicinska sestra u klinici

a traveler on the train putnik u vlaku
sometimes we speak ponekad govorimo
our deepest truth najdublje istine
to those met fleetingly onima koje letimino sretnemo
red lights 6 (1) 2010
this urge to touch ta potreba da dirnem

things they told me not to stvari koje su mi zabranili
gardenia petals lati gardenije
butterfly wings, drying paint krila leptira, boju koja se sui
the nape of your tanned neck tvoj osunani vrat
Simply Haiku 6 (3) 2008
349
slicing a lemon sjeckajui limun

with my sharpest knife najotrijim noem
seeds remain in place sjemenke ostaju na svome mjestu
segments hold their structure dijelovi sadre strukturu
despite my childs divorce mada se moje dijete rastaje
2nd place 6th International Tanka Festival Competition (Japan Times Award)
strictures of childhood zabrane iz djetinjstva

carried through life noene kroz ivot
barriers prepreke
that keep you safe koje te ine sigurnom
and those that break your heart i one koje ti slome srce
Magnapoets 7 2011
rummaging eprkajui
in grandmas button box po bakinoj kutiji za dugmad
for new eyes for bunny raei nove oi za zeku
a buttonhook, a thimble kukica, naprstak
a dance card with grandpas name plesna kartica s djedovim imenom
Simply Haiku 9 (1) 2011
birdsong trapped pjesma ptice zarobljena

in cloistered silence, u samotnoj utnji,
at mountain dusk u planinsko poveerje
does peace come only dolazi li mir samo
at the price of loneliness? po cijenu usamljenosti?
Presence 33 2007
350
Duan urii, Crna Gora/Montenegro
CRNOGORSKA HAIKU POEZIJA, ANTOLOGIJA

Biblioteka Biseri, Izdava UDRUENJE CRNOGORSKIH HAIINA,
Podgorica 2014
Antologija predstavlja 78 autora sa 1210 haikua i kako autor u uvodnoj

napomeni kae: U Antologiji crnogorske haiku poezije, osim Crnogoraca
i Crnogorki, zastupljeni su i autori drugih naroda i narodnosti koji, kao
crnogorski dravljani, ive i stvaraju u Crnoj Gori, kao i crnogorski haiini
iz Srbije, Bosne i Hercegovine, Hrvatske, Slovenije, Njemake i Norveke.
Recenzije: Aleksandar Popovski i Radmilo Risti
Autor antologije, Duan urii, i sam je haiku-pjesnik, pisac, kritiar,
esejist, knjievni prevoditelj, osniva i lan nekoliko udruga, svestran
knjievni stvaralac s bogatom bibliografijom. Za svoje haikue nagraivan je u
zemlji i inozemstvu. Ve u poetku, kae nam da je haikue za ovu anotologiju
skupljao dvadesetak godina kako bi ih oteo zaboravu, a vodio se kvalitetom
pjesama.
Skromnost, jednostavnost, iskrenost, bez pretjerivanja u bilo kom
smislu, ljubav za obine stvari koje nas okruuju, potovanje za svako ivo
stvorenje pa i neivu stvar, jer sve je to ovdje ba kao i mi ljudi, iz nama
posvema nepoznatog razloga, prepuno vlastitih ivotnih tajni i zasluuje
nae potovanje. To je sveukupna poruka koju sam doivjela itajui ovu
antologiju. Veina pjesnika u veini svojih haikua pie u formi od po 5-7-5
slogova.
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itajui ovu antologiju, raznjeili su me stihovi koji govore upravo o

ljubavi pjesnika za svoj kraj, za one specifinosti u kojima su odrastali u
ovoj gorovitoj zemlji, a koje su meni kao djetetu ravnice, posvema nove. Iz
svakog stiha zrai ljubav i sjeanje, uoavanje i potovanje a da se o ivotu
u skromnosti i ne govori. Nisu li sve to tako nune potrebitosti dananjeg
drutva, vraanje ovjeka ovjeku i vraanje ovjeka prirodi ali ne kao kosca,
vlasnika i pobjednika, nego ravnopravnog aktera, i vilinom konjicu, i slavuju,
ribi ili abi, njihovim ivotima, kao i svakom listu i njegovu ivotu u umi?
Jer sve prolazi, panta rhei, pa onda, zato ne bismo napokon nauili ivjeti s
ljepotom trenutaka koji su se zatekli u naim ivotima te ih oplemenili.
Kao haiku-pjesnikinja i urednica koja biljei haiku etvrt stoljea, nisam
mnogo znala o haikuu u Crnoj Gori. To je, pretpostavljam, djelomino
i zbog slabijeg odaziva autora toga podneblja na natjeaje i asopise
veinom anglosaksonskog izraza. Koliko god to bilo dobro ili loe za haiku,
razmiljajui globalno, jedno je sigurno: haiku predstavljen u ovoj antologiji
veoma je vezan na nain ivota u toj lijepoj zemlji, te je izbjegao, nakon
udomljenja iz japanske kulture, silnom prilagoavanju brojnim uvjetima
postavljenim kojekakvim natjeajima ili pak od strane urednika danas ve
i stotinjak asopisa za haiku, to tiskanih to onih na internetu. Taj je haiku
ostao svje, nov, zanimljiv. Ljepota je upravo u otkrivanju haikua koji se pie
na svim meridijanima, kako bi svaki haiku-pjesnik pronaao svoju pripadnost
i svoj nain biljeenja haiku-trenutka, vlastiti put ka prosvjetljenju. Stoga je i
ova antologija, vaan prilog svjetskom opusu ove vrste poezije.
Duan urii: MONTENEGRIN HAIKU POETRY, AN ANTHOLOY
Library Biseri, published by Montenegrin Haiku Poets, Podgorica 2014
This anthology represents 78 authors with 1,210 haiku, and its author,
Duan urii, in the introductory note says: This anthology consists of
the work of Montenegrin haiku poets and poetesses, as well as the work by
authors of other nationalities and nations who, as citizens of Montenegro live
and work in Montenegro, as well as the Montenegrin haijins from Serbia,
Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia, Slovenia, Germany and Norway.
Reviews for this anthology were written by Aleksandar Popovski and
Radmilo Risti. Duan urii, himself a haiku poet, is a writer, poet, critic,
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a literary translator, founder of a number of associations, a man of letter

altogether with a rich bio-bibliography. For his haiku he has received several
awards. He writes that the haiku for this anthology he has been collecting for
over a period of twenty years, thus trying to save them from oblivion and was
guided with the quality of the haiku.
Most authors, to a great extent, write in the form of 5-7-5 syllables,
Modesty, sincerity, simplicity, without exaggeration of any kind, with love
for the simple things surrounding us, respect for every living being and thing
for they are all here just like man is, for unknown reasons, full of secrets
which deserve our honour and mutual appreciation. This is the message given
by the Montenegrin haiku anthology. It leaves a trace of tenderness (just like
Issas haiku do), that wandering loneliness (Bash), and Im sure it will help
its reader in search of his/her own way throughout (haiku) life.
After being adopted from the Japanese culture, haiku in Montenegro has
remained very tied to the way of life in this beautiful, mountainous country,
safekeeping the basic values of the traditional Japanese haiku.
I should say, beauty in discovering haiku is studying the ways he is written
on all meridians, the way he develops, the way he belongs to authors in certain
areas thus, shoulder to shoulder with other literary genres, being a witness to
the way of living and a sign to the future generations of how we are connected
by way of haiku poetry.
Izbor iz crnogorske haiku-poezije
Aleksa Asanovi (1945.), Podgorica
Sagradih izbu. I built a hut.

Ptice se uselile The birds moved in
i prije mene. earlier than me.
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Mijajlo V. Aanin (1936.), Bijelo Polje
ujem, i ovdje, Here as well, I hear

iz biogradske gore the song of the nightingale
pjesmu slavuja. from the Biograd mountain.
Ibrahim Berjashi (1948.), Ulcinj
Jesen u kui Autumn at home

unosi narande i brings oranges and
kestenje vrue hot sweet chestnuts.
Vladimir M. ukovi (1950.), ule kod Pljevlja
Pred kuom djeak A boy by the house

u oevim izmama in his father's boots
miluje svog psa. cuddling his dog.
Milutin urikovi (1967.), Zemun
Jednom kad odem Once I'm gone

na put, ko e piti aj on my trip who will drink tea
iz moje olje? from my cup?
Duan urii (1932.), Podgorica
ed je krenuo: Grandpa started his walk:

godine ili vjetar his age or the wind
put mu prijee. hinder his way.
Tina urii (1991.), Podgorica
Baka kupila Granny bought

unuci lutku, pa se a doll for her granddaughter
igraju skupa. so they play together.
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arko L. urovi (1951.), Cetinje
Prije podneva Before noon

u centru panje eca. our attention on the children.
Popodne snijeg. Afternoon snowing.
Jevrem Hajdukovi (1923.-2013.)
Oblaak pie A tiny cloud writes

vlanim perom: dovde je with its wet pen: up to here
padala kia. the rain was falling.
Dubravka Jovanovi (1958.), Kotor
Bila je uma. A forest was here.

ue vlani panjevi Wet stumps squat
pored peine. near a cave.
Hamdija Kala (1946.-1998.)
Panj pod snijegom A stump under the snow.

Prisjetih se u trenu In a jiffy I remember
granatog bora. that branching pine tree.
Milorad L. Kalezi (1936.-2006.)
Jedan stari panj An old stump

u krilu paprati in the lap of fernery
naao je sebe. found its inner self.
Savo Martinovi (1935.), Beograd
Nosi kiobran, Carrying an umbrella,

ne bi li ko uvijek so it might, just like always
granulo sunce! be a sunny day!
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Enver Muratovi (1978.), Roaje
Zimska tiina: Winter stillness.

nekoliko stopa do Only a few footsteps to
tale i natrag. to the stable and back.
Blagoje Niavi (1937.-2012.)
Svie otac bi Dawning my father would

sada ve uveliko by now considerably
otrio kosu. sharpen his scythe.
Senadin Pupovi (1961.), Podgorica
Lomei orah Crushing a walnut

slomih zub. U orahu I broke my tooth. In the fruit
utonuo crv. a sleeping worm.
Slavica Rajkovi Radonji (1962.), Podgorica
Veslo kroz vodu. Paddling through water.

Sami su na jezeru Alone on the lake
ovjek i amac a man and his boat.
Nelica Ivanovi Radovi (1978.), Podgorica
Proljeni pljusak: Spring downpour:

A lopte jo uvijek the balls still
lete ka nebu. flying to the sky.
Janja Raoni (1987.), Podgorica
Kruka na samku. A lone pear tree.

Svjei prvi plodovi Fresh new fruit
a mi, maleni. and we are so small.
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Zoran Raoni (1956.), Pljevlja
U parku biste. Statues in the park.

Naputeni mravinjak A deserted ant-hill
u istom redu. in the same row.
Goran Sekulovi (1958.), Podgorica
Klokoe izvor. Gurgling source.

Gutljaj vode i gutljaj A sip of water and a sip
mjeseine. of moonlight.
Boidar L. eki (1928.), Bijelo Polje
U susret noi Towards the night

seoskim putem ide over a country road goes
krdo bivola. a drove of buffalos.
Miun iljak (1931.-2007.)
mugnu sa klupe It slinked off a bench

i ustupi mi mjesto giving me the place
guter u parku. a lizard in the park.
Mara Vueti (1948.-2011.)
Majka na slici In the photograph

osmjehuje se svima my mother smiling at all
dobrodolicom. with welcome.
Blagoje Vujisi (1948.), Bijelo Polje
Tiina jutra. Morning silence.

ekam vrapce, doruak Waiting for the sparrows
da dijelimo. to share breakfast.
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Vladislav Vukovi (1936.)
Kunjaju starci, Dozing old men,

sklapaju oi na suncu closing their eyes in the sunshine,
ide vreo dan. scorch advancing.
Vojislav Vulanovi (1931.)
abe pred zimu. Frogs prior to winter.

Zna li iko na zemlji, Does anybody on earth know,
e nau kuu? where they find their home?
Darko Batan unji, (1967.),Podgorica
Dugi oblaci Large clouds

vuku se u nedogled. drag indefinitely.
Karavan proe. A caravan passed by.
Pripremila i prevela ura Vukeli Roi
TANKA
Everything Is Tanka
by M. Kei
Originally published in The Bamboo Hut No. 1, 2013.
Those who have never written tanka before often think it must be simple
to write such a small poem, yet when they try it, they discover it is a good deal
harder than it looks. In our modern era, we are taught that poetry consists
of expressing ourselves, and that if we have expressed ourselves, we have
written poetry. No, we havent. We have written a journal entry. Even if we
format it on five lines, it does not miraculously become a tanka. Keeping a
journal in verse is perfectly acceptable (I do it myself), but in order to arise to
the level of poetry, it must have artistic expression. There must be something
beyond the ordinary about it, no matter how commonplace the subject or
vernacular the treatment. In the case of tanka, it must go one step further.
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Mere brevity and insight are not enough. Tanka is the extra turn of the screw.
For the poets accustomed to writing other forms, this compactness, this need
to drive the poem even tighter into itself and thereby into the universe, is
exceptionally difficult to master. I find it is usually easier to teach neophytes
with little or no poetry experience; I do not have to break down pre-conceived
notions about what poetry is and how it works.
To learn to write tanka, the poet must first learn to see. This is absolutely
essential because tanka is based on the adroit choice of detail that can convey
far more than is printed on the page. To do that, the poet has to be able to
see the significance of an object or event and be able to follow it as it pins
together the obvious with the numinous. Here then, are lessons in writing
tanka utilizing poems of my own with explanations for how they came about.
another lighthouse
by Donahoo; I recognize
the white cylinder,
the black cap,
the vigil of centuries
(Slow Motion : The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack)
Donahoo was a builder of lighthouses on the Chesapeake Bay in the early

19th century. His lighthouses are almost all identical: squat white cylinders
with black caps and Frensl lenses, built from the native Maryland granite.
Many people have visited the Bay and seen his lighthouses, but it has not
occurred to them to ask who built them, how, when, or why. The lighthouse
is an obvious feature of the landscape, and the ordinary person can readily
conjure up associations with storms and ships and might think she has written
poetry, but tanka must dig deeper. Tanka is too small a poem to permit the
obvious. Details matter. More importantly, those details must add up to
something.
Lucille Nixon, in her introduction to Sounds from the Unknown, says:
I discovered that I was seeing and hearing in a way that I had never
before experienced. This had all happened so smoothly, so gently, that I had
been unaware that the practicing of writing tanka had any effect at all. This
discipline, as with any endeavor into which one puts knowledge, practice, and
interest-affection, was being rewarded in many small ways. For example, for
years each spring I had admired a certain wild flower, the horse mint, for its
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lavender coloring, its fringed and delicate outline, so fragile though balanced
on a stern and forbidding stem, but I had never noticed its tiny coral center.
I couldnt believe that it was there when first I noticed it, and so I looked at
the many blossoms to see if all were sent up from this roseate center, and sure
enough, they were all the same, and had been for centuries, no doubt! I just
had not been able to see.
Seeing, then, is the fundamental skill in writing tanka. However, seeing
the details is not enough; the poet must see how the details connect to other
details, and especially how they invoke the unseen.
another candle lit

at his grave,
chokecherry trees
bloom as white
as ghosts
(Gusts 4)
The chokecherry is outside my apartment window. It looks like a maple,

but it blooms with spindles of white blossom in the spring. I didnt know
what it was. I could have contented myself with the white blooming tree
outside my window, but I didnt. I looked it up to discover the name: Prunus
virginiana. In doing that, I learned that its spindles of blossoms are referred
to as candles. That immediately evoked other candles: those set up on the
makeshift altar outside my sisters house when her son died. That offered still
more resonances. My sister, choked on grief, the chokecherry too astringent
to eat. The Japanese cherry is misted over with a rosy haze of sentimentality,
but the American cherry is fresh and new and bitter. Japanese cherry trees
represent rebirth because they bloom every year; the poet can take comfort in
the knowledge of their return. The chokecherry also blooms every year, but
since it is not a tanka trope, it is possible to map other meanings onto it. The
chokecherry becomes a symbol of death that gives no comfort.
I frequently give myself the exercise of writing tanka out of whatever
presents itself, and I oftentimes give myself deliberately difficult assignments.
For example, asphalt. The parking lot for my apartment complex is large and
obvious; it dominates the landscape. You cant ask for a less poetic subject
than asphalt.
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in the mud
next to the asphalt,
a broken dolls head,
a crow pecking
at plastic eyes
(Atlas Poetica 4)
Walking outside to have a look at the asphalt, I found the broken toy at the
edge of the parking lot. The crow is imaginary, but thanks to horror movies,
the sight of a decapitated dolls head naturally conjured up macabre images.
Salvador Dal had an influence as well. I daresay horror movies and Dal
are not what spring to most peoples mind when thinking of tanka poetry,
but everything, absolutely everything, is poetry. Its all a matter of seeing
it. Seeing is helped by turning off the television and stepping out to look at
things: weeds, art, strangers faces, graffiti, sparrows, everything.
Asphalt poems are unusual in tanka literature, and unusual for my own
work as well, yet if I hadnt been willing to engage the ordinary, I never
would have written it.
I have written several asphalt poems since then.
Riverview Avenue filled is the bay

no river, no view, no avenue lapping at the bowl
one lane of of earth
cracked asphalt slipping pilings and asphalt
into the past tense unable to contain it
Ribbons 6:2. From Stone Amid the Water Weeds. Lynx XXII:2.
burning rubber
across your asphalt heart
skid marks
lead to the wreck
youve made of me
(Kujaku Poetry & Ships)
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When Im online on Twitter, I sometimes challenge people to stump me by

giving me topics to write on. Here are two I wrote in response to the prompts
computer games and socks.
ah, Melville, all these socks

whats Moby Dick to me without mates,
when I can yet not one
conquer the world of them is willing
from the comfort of my desk? to pair up with another
Kujaku Poetry & Ships. Tanka Corner.
The brain must be allowed and encouraged to make random connections.

Although startling juxtapositions are not poetry in themselves, they help the
mind to make the poetic leap.
two eyes staring

out from the glass coffin
of my skull,
Snow White, I wish I could sleep
as peacefully as you
(Eye to the Telescope 1)
I noticed an advertisement for Disneys Snow White, and the sight

of her lying in her glass coffin reminded me of the movie, Indiana Jones
and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, which gave me the metaphor for the
excruciating vascular headache I was experiencing. Not to mention, an acute
envy for Snow Whites peaceful sleep. Migraine sufferers have told me this
poem especially resonated with them. So you see, even old cartoons and
dreadfully bad science fiction movies can lead to tanka.
it is hard to imagine
that this little thing,
this single snowflake,
has brought
the world to a stop
(Streetlights : Poetry of Modern Urban Life in Modern English Tanka)
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The adroitly chosen detail, in this case, a single snowflake, serves as a

synecdoche for an entire snowstorm paralyzing the Northeast. Synecdoche
is commonly used in English, but not given much analysis as a technique
of poetry. A synecdoche is when a part or piece represents a whole. For
example, when the captain calls, All hands on deck! she doesnt want the
disembodied hands; she wants the entire sailor.
shaking the bats

out of the mainsail
a cloud of night
made homeless
by my hands
(Ribbons, 2:4)
Sometimes a piece or part is all that we can perceive, yet by perceiving it,
we know much more. Out of these images we can make poetry.
as night
surrenders to dawn,
a slim mast
emerges from
the mist of Red Cap Creek
Tanka has often been described as fragmentary and suggestive; Jun

Fujita calls it illusive. Yet a tanka is a complete poem. It seems fragmentary
because we are used to prose and poetry spelling everything out for us and
granting closure. Tanka are open to interpretation and deliberately so. They
contain dreaming room, which Denis Garrison, who coined the term,
explains as, some empty space inside the poem which the reader can fill with
his personal experience, from his unique social context. Michael McClintock
calls this quality multivalence, while I have called it, the labyrinth of the
poem.
To write tanka, try the following experiment. Look around you and jot
down several items that come into few. Dont try to make a poem of them,
just pick a few random things. I tried this with Sean Wills, somebody who had
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never written poetry before. His objects included a messy desk containing
some old coins and books. I tutored him to create the following tanka.
thick English coins

a bookshelf in disarray
dusty and old
scattered volumes
read and unread
(Sean Wills. Atlas Poetica 3)
There is no person in the poem; it is a snapshot or still life of things

seen. The reader must connect them himself, yet, without a doubt, there
are connections. This type of tanka is what we call shasei or sketch from
life. The Japanese tanka reformer Masaoka Shiki deliberately adopted the
Western painting technique of drawing from life and applied it to tanka. Some
readers claim that these tanka arent even poems, but thats like claiming
a still life isnt really art. Not every poem or painting evokes a dramatic
moment in human life, and thats why landscapes are so very popular, even
when (especially when?) they evoke scenes in which nothing in particular is
happening. They are like sumi-e, the Japanese ink brush art where a few lines
represent an image. Consider Hasegawas pine trees <http://en.wikipedia.org/
wiki/File:Pine_Trees.jpg>. if youre looking for the richly luminous colors of
Van Goghs Caf Terrace at Night, youll probably be disappointed, but that
doesnt mean Hasegawas pine trees arent art.
While the method of observing the thing as it is easily leads to shasei, it
can also lead to more subjective treatments. Another student of mine, Jamila,
tried the same experiment. She made note of the loose roof tiles on her house
and found a simile.
his words rattle

like loose roof tiles
on a house
I wish
I could abandon
(Jamila. Atlas Poetica 1)
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Some people who have tried this at my suggestion have complained that
there is nothing out there capable of inspiring poetry. While I am highly
skeptical about that, if true, nothing is still something. Here are a few of mine
on the uninspiring sight of nothing.
December . . . the skylines

in the stillness of not much to look at,
the ochre dawn, just a green line
the neighbors roofline drawn along the bottom
and nothing more of the clouds
Modern English Tanka, 2:1. red lights, III:1.
rags,
tatters,
and remnants,
full of raveled
winds
(Modern English Tanka, 1:1)
Or perhaps the complaint is not that there is nothing, but that there is
something unattractive. Say, a barge.
low grey hills

of barges loaded with gravel,
softened almost into beauty
by the rising of the mist
on the evening bay
Or trash.
shining like a mirror:

the end of a discarded
beer can
before the weeds
cover it
(From Asking Passage, Lynx XXII:3).
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Or a bad ex.
thirty years later:

Prince Charming with nose hair
and love handles;
Cinderella on the telephone
kvetching about child support
(Sketchbook : A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms, 1:1)
Or annoying people.
they come
selling God, magazines,
and cable tv,
these well-dressed strangers
on my doorstep
Or bad news on the television.
an October day
of pumpkins and corn,
horse droppings steaming,
Amish schoolgirls
dead on the floor
(Simply Haiku, 5:1)
Or family troubles.
my daughter
searches for an apartment
she can afford
where nobody
has been shot
(Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake Bay)
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I have noticed the average person doesnt see muchand may even
complain about what she does see! For example, most sailors are annoyed by
recreational boaters who dont secure their halyards. Unsecured halyards flap
against the aluminum masts and make a racket. A nuisance, plain and simple.
storm bells
the musical tones
of halyards
ringing in
the freshening breeze
(Landfall : Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka)
Likewise, derelict buildings have no poetic value. Heaps of rusted

machinery are eyesores.
the iron skeleton

at the waters edge,
what was it once
when machines had meaning
and men their purpose?
(Anglo-Japanese Tanka Society)
ospreys nest
on the derelict trestle;
trains rumble over
the new bridge
rusted now by age
(Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake Bay)
But if youre a poet, then everything is poetry.

Some things are inherently interesting. Writing about this is not difficult.
However, it does require that we get off our duffs and go somewhere we
dont usually go and have a look at things and do stuff and meet people we
wouldnt have otherwise.
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Taking a windjammer cruise that visited Caribbean islands outside of the

usual tourist meccas.
it was a schooner
that brought me to
this place,
met by old Dutch women
hawking lobsters
(atlas Poetica 1)
Crewing aboard a skipjack traveling the Chesapeake Bay.
the leaning tower

of Sharps Island Light . . .
all that remains
of a vanished island,
a vanished time
Visiting an exhibit at the Brandywine Art Museum, Chadds Ford,

Pennsylvania.
contemplating
Nureyevs black jacket
and ballet slippers,
how small the man
how great the skill
(Simply Haiku, 5:1)
Following my mother around San Antonio, Texas, as she retraced her

childhood.
as he stropped his razor

to shave a customer
in his shop near the Alamo,
did my grandfather think of
Mexican bayonets?
(From The Streets of San Antonio. Modern English Tanka, 1:3)
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Traveling out of town, the only hotel room open was a bed and breakfast.
spending the night

at a small inn,
I discover
all the other guests
are Secret Service agents
(Sketchbook : A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms, 2:1)
As we can see, everything from the ordinary to the extraordinary is poetry.

Writing is the easy part. Its seeing thats hard.
Nixon, Lucille, ed. Sounds from the Unknown. Denver, CO: Alan
1
Swallower, publisher, 1963, p ?_2 Garrison, Denis M. Dreaming Room.

Modern English Tanka 3. Baltimore, MD: Modern English Tanka Press,
Spring, 2007._3 McClintock, Michael. Tanka in Collage and Montage Sets:
Multivalence, Duende, and Beyond. Modern English Tanka 1:4. Baltimore,
MD: Modern English Tanka Press, Summer, 2007._4 Kei, M. The Labyrinth
of Tanka. Modern English Tanka 7. Baltimore, MD: Modern English Tanka
Press, Spring, 2008._
Prvi put objavljeno u The Bamboo Hut No. 1, 2013.
Sve je tanka
M. Kei
Oni autori koji nikada nisu pisali tanke obino misle da je jednostavno
pisati tako malu pjesmu, no kada pokuaju, otkriju da je to zapravo mnogo
tee no to izgleda. U moderno vrijeme, uili su nas da se poezija sastoji
od izraavanja sebe i ukoliko smo se izrazili, stvorili smo poeziju. Ne,
nismo! Napisali smo dnevniki zapis. Ako tekst i formiramo u pet stihova,
nekim udom on ne postaje tankom. Izdavati asopis u stihovima je savreno
prihvatljivo (to i inim), ali da bi se on uzdigao do nivoa poezije, mora imati
umjetniki izriaj. Mora imati neto izvan svakodnevnog, bez obzira koliko
bio banalan subjekt ili svakodnevni pristup. U sluaju tanke mora se ii korak
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dalje. Samo kratkoa i uoavanje nisu dovoljni. Tanka je poseban zaokret

zavrtnja. Za pjesnike koji piu druge forme ova kompaktnost, ova potreba
da se pjesmu skupi to vie u nju samu i time u svemir, posebno je teko
savladati. Primijetio sam da je lake poduavati poetnike s malo ili nita
iskustva; u tom sluaju ne moram ruiti unaprijed stvoreno poimanje to je
poezija i kako ona funkcionira.
Da bi nauio pisati tanku pjesnik mora prvo znati uoiti stvari, nauiti
gledati. Ovo je definitivno najvanije jer tanka se temelji na spretnom izboru
detalja koji mogu itatelju prenijeti daleko vie no to je zabiljeeno na
papiru. Da bi to uinio pjesnik mora biti sposoban uvidjeti vanost jednog
objekta ili dogaaja i sposoban slijediti ga dok vee oito s nadahnjujuim.
Slijedi pouka za pisanje tanke u kojoj koristim svoje pjesme s objanjenjima.
jo jedan Donahuov
svjetionik; prepoznajem
bijeli cilindar,
crni poklopac,
budnost stolj
Slow Motion : The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack.
https://picasaweb.google.com/108497791620061112079/
HistoricalBuildings?noredirect=1#5437151275143190642
Donahoo je bio graditelj svjetionika u zaljevu Chesapeake poetkom 19.

stoljea. Njegovi svjetionici gotovo su identini; ue onako zdepasti, bijeli
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cilindri s crnim kapama i leama Frensl, graeni granitom rodnog Marylanda.

Mnogo je ljudi posjetilo zaljev i vidjelo ove svjetionike, no nije im palo na
pamet pitati se tko ih je gradio, kako, kada i zato. Svjetionik je istaknuta
graevina u krajoliku i obian ovjek moe si doarati asocijacije s olujama
i brodovima i pomisliti kako pie poeziju, ali tanka mora kopati dublje.
Tanka je odvie kratka pjesma da dozvoli oito. Detalji su vani. Jo vanije,
ti detalji moraju se zbrojiti do neega. Lucille Nixon, u svom predgovoru
SOUNDS FROM THE UNKNOWN (Zvuci iz neznanog) kae:
Otkrila sam da opaam i ujem na nain kao to to nisam inila prije. Sve
se to dogodilo neprimjetno, njeno, tako da nisam bila svjesna da vjebanje
pisanja tanke ima bilo kakav uinak na mene. Disciplina, kao i svaki napor
u koji pojedinac ulae znanje, vjebanje, interes i ljubav, nagraena je na
mnoge sitne naine. Primjerice, godinama, svakoga proljea, oboavala sam
odreeni divlji cvijet, i to divlju mentu zbog boje lavande, resastog i njenog
obruba, veoma krhku, premda uravnoteenu na krutoj stabljici, no nikada
nisam primijetila njenu koraljnu sredinu. Nisam mogla vjerovati, nakon to
sam to opazila po prvi put, pa sam promatrala mnoge cvjetove kako bih se
uvjerila imaju li svi oni taj ruiasti centar. I jasno, svi su bili jednaki i tako
itava stoljea, nesumnjivo. No, ja jednostavno nisam bila sposobna vidjeti
to.
Vidjeti je, dakle, osnovna vjetina u pisanju tanki. Meutim, opaati detalje
nije dovoljno samo po sebi; pjesnik mora uvidjeti kako se detalji povezuju s
drugim detaljima, i posebice, kako prizivaju ono neprimjetno.
jo jedna svijea gori

na njegovom grobu,
lovorvinje
cvatu bijelo
poput duhova
Gusts 4.
Lovorvinja raste pred prozorom mog stana. Izgleda poput platane, no

cvate vretenima bijelih grozdastih cvjetova u proljee. Nisam znao to je to.
Mogao sam se izraziti s bijelo stablo u cvatu pod mojim prozorom, no
nisam. Potraio sam ime stabla: Prunus viriniana. inei to, nauio sam da
vretena cvata toga stabla nazivamo i svijeama. To je isti trenutak evociralo
ostale svijee: one svijee postavljene na improvizirani oltar pored sestrine
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kue kada je umro njezin sin. To je ponudilo ak vie jeke. Moja sestra guena
tugom, lovorvinja odvie trpka za jelo. Japanska trenja je zamagljena
ruiastom maglicom osjeajnosti, no amerika trenja je svjea, nova i
gorka. Stabla japanske trenje predstavljaju ponovno roenje jer cvatu svake
godine; pjesnik nalazi utjehu znajui da e se vratiti njihov cvat. Lovorvinja
takoer cvate svake godine, no kako to nije tanka tropa, mogue je locirati
druga znaenja. Lovorvinja postaje simbol smrti koji ne daje utjehe.
esto vjebam pisanje tanke, to god ona predstavljala, i esto si namjerno
zadajem teke zadatke. Na primjer, asfalt. Parkiralite uz moju stambenu
zgradu veliko je i vidljivo; dominira okolinom. Ne moete traiti manje
pjesniku temu od asfalta.
u blatu
odmah do asfalta
odlomljena glava lutke,
vrana kljuca
plastine oi
Atlas Poetica 4.
etajui, kako bih pogledao asfalt, naao sam slomljenu igraku uz rub
parkiralita. Vrana je zamiljena, no zahvaljujui horor-filmovima, prizor
odrubljene glave lutke prirodno je doarao makabristine prizore. Salvador
Dali takoer je imao utjecaja. Pretpostavljam da filmovi horora i Dal nisu
neto to veina ljudi doivljava kao poeziju tanke, ali sve, ba sve je poezija.
Stvar je u uoavanju. Uoavanje se moe potpomognuti gaenjem televizora i
izlaskom iz stana kako bi se promatralo stvari: biljke, umjetnost, lica stranaca,
grafite, vrapce, sve. Pjesme o asfaltu neobine su u poeziji tanke. Neobine
su za moje stvaralatvo takoer, no ukoliko nisam voljan ukljuiti banalno i
svakodnevno, nikada ih ne bih bio napisao. Od tada sam zabiljeio nekoliko
tanki o asfaltu.
Avenija Riverview* kako pun je zaljev

bez rijeke, bez pogleda, bez avenije zapljuskuje zdjelu
jedna vozna traka od zemlje
asfalta s pukotinama klizi stupovi i asfalt
u prolo vrijeme ne mogu ga zadrati
Ribbons 6:2. Stone Amid the Water Weeds. Lynx XXII:2.
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*pogled na rijeku
gorua guma
preko tvog srca od asfalta
upozorenja o klizanju
vode k olupini
to si od mene uinila
Kujaku Poetry & Ships.
Kada sam na Twitteru, ponekad izazivam ljude da me zbune zadavajui mi

teme za pisanje. Eto, dvije tanke koje sam napisao kao odgovor na sufliranu
temu raunalne igre i arape.
oh, Melville, sve ove arape

to je Moby Dick za mene bez para,
kad ja mogu a ni jedna
osvojiti svijet od njih ne eli
iz udobnosti svog stola? biti par nekoj drugoj
Kujaku Poetry & Ships. Tanka Corner
Mozgu moramo dopustiti i ohrabriti ga da stvara sluajne poveznice.

Mada iznenadne jukstapozicije nisu poezija po sebi, one pomau umu da
stvori pjesniki preskok.
dva oka zure

iz staklenog lijesa
moje lubanje,
Snjeguljice, elim spavati
tako mirno kao ti
Eye to the Telescope 1
Primijetio sam reklamu za Disneyjevu Snjeguljicu i pogled na nju gdje lei

u svome staklenom lijesu podsjetio me na film Indiana Jones i kraljevstvo
kristalne lubanje, koji mi je dao metaforu za bolnu migrenu od koje sam
patio. Da ne spominjem akutnu zavist na Snjeguljiinu mirnome snu. Oni
meu nama koji pate od migrene rekli su mi da njima ova pjesma ima poseban
odjek. Pa tako, vidite i sami, i stari crtani filmovi i strano loi filmovi naune
fantastike mogu dovesti do tanke.
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teko je zamisliti
da je ova mala stvar,
ta jedna pahulja,
dovela ovaj svijet
do zaustavljanja
Streetlights : Poetry of Modern Urban Life in Modern English Tanka.
Vjeto odabran detalj, u ovom sluaju tek jedna jedina pahulja snijega,
posluila je kao sinegdoha za cijelu meavu koja je paralizirala itav
sjeveroistok SAD. Sinegdoha se uobiajeno koristi u engleskom jeziku
gdje dio predstavlja cjelinu. Na primjer, kada kapetan poziva: Sve ruke na
palubu!, on jasno, ne eli da se ruke odvoje od tijela mornara, on eli cijele
mornare na palubi.
tresui imie
iz glavnog jedra
oblak noni
uinie beskunikom
moje ruke
Ribbons, 2:4.
Ponekad je komad ili dio sve to moemo spoznati, no otkrivajui to,

saznajemo mnogo vie. Iz ovih prizora moemo stvarati poeziju.
dok no
predaje se zori
vitki jarbol
izvire iz
izmaglice rijeke Red Cap
Slow Motion : The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack.
Tanka je esto opisivana kao djelomina ili sugestivna; Fun Fuita (Fujita)
naziva ju iluzornom. No, tanka je cjelovita pjesma. ini se fragmentiranom
stoga to smo naviknuti na prozu i poeziju koje za nas sve sriu i obeavaju
zavretak. Tanke su otvorene za interpretaciju i to namjerno. One sadre
sobu za snove, koju Denis Garrison, koji je i osmislio ovaj izraz, objanjava
kao neko prazno mjesto unutar pjesme koje itatelj moe popuniti svojim
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osobnim iskustvom, iz svoga jedinstvenog drutvenog konteksta. Michael

McClintock ovu kvalitetu naziva viestrukim darom a ja, labirintom
pjesme.
Da biste pisali tanku pokuajte sljedei eksperiment. Pogledajte oko sebe
i zabiljeite nekoliko predmeta koji su vam u vidokrugu. Ne pokuavajte
napraviti pjesme o njima, samo uzmite sluajne stvari. Ovo sam pokuao sa
Seanom Willsom, ovjekom koji nikada prije nije pisao poeziju. Predmeti
koje je on naveo bili su stvarice s njegova neurednog radnog stola, neto
knjiga i starih novia. Pouio sam ga kako kreirati sljedeu tanku:
debeli engleski novii

zbrka na polici
prane i stare
razbacane knjige
itane i neitane
Sean Wills. Atlas Poetica 3.
Nema ovjeka u pjesmi; to je snimka i mrtva priroda vienih stvari. itatelj

se mora povezati s njima, ali, nesumnjivo, nema poveznica. Ovu vrstu tanke
zovemo asei (shasei) ili ske iz ivota. Reformator tanke, Japanac Masaoka
iki (Shiki) namjerno je usvojio tehnike uzimanja iz ivota i upletanja u tanku.
Neki itatelji tvrde da ove tanke i nisu pjesme, ali to je kao da kaemo da
mrtva priroda zapravo nije umjetnost. Ne potie svako platno i svaka pjesma
dramatski trenutak u ivotu ovjeka, i stoga su pejzai toliko popularni, ak
i (naroito) kada prizivaju scene u kojima se zapravo nita ne dogaa. Oni
su poput sumi-e, japanskog slikanja kistom i tuem, gdje tek nekoliko linija
predstavlja sliku. Razmotrite Hasegavine (Hasegawa) emprese, no ako ste
u potrazi za raskoi boja s Van Goghova platna Terasa kavane nou, tada
ete ostati razoarani, to ne znai da djelo s Hasegavinim empresima nije
umjetnost.
Nain promatranja stvari kakve doista jesu, ili takvosti stvari lako
vodi do aseija, ali takoer moe dovesti i do subjektivnijeg pristupa. Moja
druga uenica, Jamila, pokuala je isti eksperiment. Ona je primijetila klimave
crepove na svom krovu i otkrila usporedbu.
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njegove rijei kloparaju

poput klimavih crepova
na kui
koju bih da mogu
eljela napustiti
Jamila. Atlas Poetica 1.
Neki ljudi, koji su pokuali ovo na moj nagovor, prigovorili su da nema

tamo niega to bi bila pjesnika inspiracija. Dok sam vrlo skeptian o
tomu, ukoliko je istinito, nita je jo uvijek neto. Evo nekoliko mojih
neinspiriranih prizora niega:
prosinac... obris grada

u tiini svitanja i nije mnogo za promatranje,
boje okera, tek zelena crta
samo linija susjedova krova povuena uz dno
i nita vie oblaka
Modern English Tanka, 2:1. red lights, III:1.
krpe,
dronjci,
ostaci
puni zapletenih
vjetrova
Modern English Tanka, 1:1
Ili, moda prigovor ne stoji da nema niega, ve, da postoji neto to

nije atraktivno. Recimo, dereglija.
niski sivi bregovi

dereglija natovarenih ljunkom,
ublaeni gotovo do ljepote
podizanjem izmaglice
na zaljevu uveer
Modern English Tanka, 1:1
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Ili smee: sjajui poput ogledala:

dno odbaene
konzerve od piva
prije no to je korov
prekrije
From Asking Passage, Lynx XXII:3.
Ili nedostojan bivi brani partner:
trideset godina kasnije:

princ na bijelom konju s dlakama u nosu
i salom na trbuhu;
Pepeljuga na telefonu
cmizdri o alimentaciji
Sketchbook : A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms, 1:1.
Ili dosadni ljudi.
oni dolaze
prodavajui Boga, asopise,
kabelsku TV,
ovi dobro obueni stranci
na moja vrata
Modern English Tanka, 1:3.
Ili loe vijesti na televiziji.
listopadskog dana
tikvi i kukuruza,
izmet konja isparava,
amike uenice
mrtve na podu
Simply Haiku, 5:1
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Ili obiteljski problemi.
moja ki
trai svoj stan
koji si moe priutiti
a da u njemu
nitko nije ubijen
Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake Bay.
Primijetio sam da prosjena osoba ne vidi mnogo a mnoge se ale o tome

to zapravo i vide! Naprimjer, veina mornara ljuti se na rekreativne nautiare
koji ne uvrste podizae jedra. Neuvreni, oni udaraju o aluminijske jarbole
i prave buku. Obina i jednostavna neugoda.
zvona u oluji
glazbeni tonovi
podizaa za jedro
zvone u
osvjeavajuem lahoru
Landfall : Poetry of Place in Modern English Tanka.
Na isti nain, zaputene zgrade nemaju pjesniku vrijednost. Gomile

zahralih strojeva su trn u oku.
eljezni kostur gnijezdo orla ribara

uz rub vode, na naputenoj skeli;
to li je bio jednom vlakovi tutnje iznad
kada su strojevi bili vani novog mosta
a ljudi imali ciljeve sada zahralog starou
Anglo-Japanese Tanka Society. Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake Bay.
No, ako ste pjesnik sve je poezija.

Neke stvari su same po sebi zanimljive. Pisati o njima nije teko.
Meutim, to zahtijeva da se pokrenemo i poemo tamo kamo inae ne idemo
i pogledamo i inimo stvari koje inae ne radimo, upoznamo ljude koje inae
ne bismo sreli.
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Odlazak na krstarnje jedrenjakom karipskim otocima izvan uobiajenih

turistikih meka.
bila je to kuna
to dovela me
na ovo mjesto,
doekale me stare Holananke
to prodaju svjee jastoge
Atlas Poetica 1.
Na jedrenjaku plovei zaljevom Chesapeake
nakoen toranj
svjetionika Sharp Island ...
sve to je preostalo
od nestalog otoka,
nestalog vremena
U posjeti izlobi pri Brandywine Art Museumu, Chadd's Ford, Pennsylvania
promatram
Nurejevljevu crnu jaknu
i baletne papuice,
tako sitan ovjek
a kako velika vjetina
Simply Haiku, 5:1
Slijedei majku po gradu San Antonio, Teksas, gdje je evocirala sjeanja

na djetinjstvo.
dok je na remenu otrio britvu

da obrije klijenta
u svojoj brijanici kraj Alamoa,
je li moj djed razmiljao
o meksikim bajunetama?
Iz The Streets of San Antonio. Modern English Tanka, 1:3
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Na putovanju, jedina slobodna hotelska soba bila je krevet s dorukom.
provodei no
u malom pansionu,
otkrivam
svi ostali gosti su
agenti tajne slube
Sketchbook : A Journal for Eastern & Western Short Forms, 2:1
Kao to moemo vidjeti, sve od obinog do neobinog je poezija. Pisanje je

laki dio. Otkriti i vidjeti je teko. Kratkoa i uoavanje nije dovoljno. Tanka
ima poseban zaplet. Za pjesnike koji piu druge forme, ova kompaktnost, ova
potreba da se pjesmu stisne jo vie u samu sebe i prema tome u svemir, veoma
je teko savladati. Primijetio sam da je najee lake poduavati poetnike
s malo ili bez ikakvog pjesnikog iskustva; u tom sluaju ne moram sruiti
unaprijed stvorene predodbe to je poezija i kako funkcionira.
1
Nixon, Lucille, ed. Sounds from the Unknown. Denver, CO: Alan
Swallower, publisher, 1963, p ?_2 Garrison, Denis M. Dreaming Room.
Modern English Tanka 3. Baltimore, MD: Modern English Tanka Press,
Spring, 2007._3 McClintock, Michael. Tanka in Collage and Montage Sets:
Multivalence, Duende, and Beyond. Modern English Tanka 1:4. Baltimore,
MD: Modern English Tanka Press, Summer, 2007._4 Kei, M. The Labyrinth
of Tanka. Modern English Tanka 7. Baltimore, MD: Modern English Tanka
Press, Spring, 2008.
you promise delight obeava mi ushit

with flowers falling s cvijeem to sipi
from your lips, s tvojih usana,
but Id be happy with no bio bih sretan
a single red sunset i s rumenim zalaskom
autumns jesenje
first spiderwebs prve pauine
in the morning jutrom
crickets singing popci zriu
in my shoes u mojim cipelama
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rain on the tin roof kia na limenom krovu

hammering the udara
Flight of the Valkyries Valkirin let
we can still hear jo ujemo
the neighbors fighting svau susjeda
the bosun* oficir za odravanje

carefully plants petunias paljivo sadi petunije
in the box u kutije
beside the pored ormara
ammunition locker za municiju
*A petty officer responsible for the repair and maintenance of a ships hull.
its a house kua je to

in love with the sea, zaljubljena u more,
openings its wings iri krila
to the bay, ka zaljevu,
its back to the land leima okrenuta kopnu
ghost stories prie o duhovima

on the shimmering bay, zaljevu to se bljeska
beneath the Milky Way pod Kumovom slamom
the steaming light* svjetlo na jarbolu
tells the only tale pria jedinu priu
* A light at the top of the ships mast, required by law to be lit at night.
M. Kei is a tall ship sailor and award-winning poet. He is the editor-in-

chief of Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, and the editor of Atlas Poetica:
A Journal of Poetry of Place in Contemporary Tanka. His second collection,
of Slow Motion: The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack and of Pirates
of the Narrow Seas. He can be followed on Twitter @kujakupoet, or visit
AtlasPoetica.org.
M. Kei je mornar i mnogostruko nagraivan pjesnik. Glavni i odgovorni

urednik Take Five: najbolja moderna tanka i urednik Atlas Poetike (Atlas
Poetica), asopisa za poeziju prostora u modernoj tanki. Autor je vie zbirki
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meu kojima Slow Motion: the Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack, i Pirates
of the Narrow Seas. Moe ga se pratiti na Twitter@kujakupoet ili posjetom
na AtlasPoetica.org.
"I suffer from a disease of the heart that can only be cured by the sea."
Bolujem od ranjenog srca koje se moe izlijeiti jedino morem.
an'ya, USA (SAD)

from our walk naom etnjom
through a rural cornfield kroz provincijske kukuruze
bits of soil djelii tla
scattered by restless feet raspreni neumornim stopalima
grains sprout in the city zrnca niu u gradu
Margaret Beverland, New Zealand (Novi Zeland)

they pass mimoilaze se
at the airport u zranoj luci
father son otac sin
both looking oboje trae
for someone younger nekog mlaeg
publishedEucalypt 16, Australia (2014)
Dan Doman, Romania (Rumunjska)

From collection / iz zbirke o crare prin ierburile toamnei / a path through
autumn grasses (staza kroz jesenje trave)
pockets full puni depovi

of red apples, crvenih jabuka,
you find again in grass opet nalazi u travi
the old path to the hill staru stazu do brijega
where the moon sets gdje zalazi mjesec
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Vlsial Woods Vlake ume

above the grove, the old oak's iznad gaja, zeleno lie
green leaves starog stabla
a miracle udo
for one more year jo jednu godinu
Michael McClintock, USA (SAD)

leading my horse u pono vodim
to the river at midnight svoga konja do rijeke
scattered stars rasute zvijezde
in such impossible numbers u tako nevjerojatnom broju
we don't mind drinking a few pa nije problem ispiti ih nekoliko
Vasile Moldovan, Romania (Rumunjska)

Through the length Duljinom
and breath of Danube i dahom Dunava
it ran so much blood teklo je toliko krvi ...
For all that its waters Za sve to napaja
remain blue for ever da je plavo zauvijek
Its chickens Tek to su pilii

just came out of their shells izali iz ljuski ...
After a short pause Nakon krae stanke
the nightingale sings again slavuj opet pjeva
but on other wavelengths ali na drugoj valnoj duini
Breastfeeding baby Dojenje bebe

mummy's loving look majin pogled pun ljubavi
pure tenderness ista njenost
warmth of mother's breast toplina majine dojke
like a hot tea cup kao alica vrueg aja
Oprica Padeanu, Romania (Rumunjska)

At dawn Zorom
on a branch loaded by buds na grani pod pupoljcima
the singing birds ptice pjevice
all are pairs only sve su u parovima
I'm always alone a ja sam uvijek sama
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Mother's smile Majin osmijeh

at the border crossing, na graninom prijelazu,
greened branch ozelenjela granica ...
I am her last scion ja sam njen posljednji potomak
gathering rainbows koji skuplja duge
From the collection/ z zbirke SURSUL MAMEI / MOTHER'S SMILE

(MAJIN OSMIJEH)
English translation by Magdalena Dale; Verus, Buchuresti, 2012
Dimitrij krk, Slovenia (Slovenija)

November rain novembarska kia
penetrates into my shoes prodire u moje cipele
chills my body i hladi mi tijelo
forcing into my loneliness u moju samou unosi
another cold winter jo jednu hladnu zimu
moonshine sjaj mjeseine

shiny lines of rail svijetlee crte kolosijeka
disappear in dark gube se u no
whistle stabbing empinesss zviduk probode prazninu
the train lulling my memories vlak zaljulja uspomene
the snow whiteness bjelina snijega

melts into a transparent spark topi se u proziran traak
of the spring waters proljetnih voda
whiteness of your skin bjelina tvoje koe
longs after the spring ezne za proljeem
Eduard Tara, Romania (Rumunjska)

The nest of the stork Rodino gnijezdo
still empty in this morning jutros jo prazno
full of rainy clouds puno kinih oblaka
my wife hides her real tears moja supruga krije stvarne suze
cutting another onion reui jo jedan luk
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With her gnarled finger Kvrgavim prstom

drawing something on the sand crta neto na pijesku
before the sun sets pred zalazak sunca
waiting for a wave to take ekajui val da ponese
her heart into the ocean njeno srce u ocean
Diana Teneva, Bulgaria (Bugarska)

before dusk pred zalazak
I rake the fallen leaves skupljam palo lie
your mailbox waiting for tvoj potanski sandui eka
my yesterday letters moja jueranja pisma
not sent to you koja ne poslah
full moon insomnia nesanica punog mjeseca

rushing into uri u
my bedroom moju sobu
I could love you again opet bih te mogla voljeti
in the next moon phase za sljedee mjeseeve mijene
RENKU
Student and Teacher Collaborate

Renku: to teach is to learn twice
Daniel A. Rosas and Neal Whitman
family walk
the uneven sand
does not stop us
the boy combs the beach for fun

a search for sea glass and shells
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found on the beach

one loonie: coin* not the bird
faded time
I find a bloodred ruby

fractured off its amber stem
the day cut short

California Poppy
reddish orange
the air is clear everywhere

shadows are sharp and intense
sanderlings in flight
white wing stripes are striking
children running too
a sea gulls shadow ripples

back to shore disembodied
family faces
a long walk home
ebb tide
in this hour of dusky mist

give me the shore of life
sea glass and shells

our pockets emptied
roadside gifts
Yesterday: Todays farewell

Today: Tomorrows greeting
* a loonie is the nickname for the one dollar Canadian coin with a loon bird
on the reverse side.
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BIO:Daniel A. Rosas is in the 7th grade at Pacific Grove Middle School

and Neal Whitman is a 67-year old neighbor who has been writing haiku
since 2008 when he retired as a medical school professor. Daniels family
is a fan of Neals poetry and Daniel asked Neal to teach him to write haiku.
Together they read and write haiku on after school on Thursday afternoons.
Junicho - 12 verses.
The ageku has a function mirroring that of the hokku - this time combining
elements of summary, salutation and augury. To have the freedom to meet
these demands the ageku may be largely exempted from the more rigorous
demands of link, shift, and variety that condition all other verses (hokku
excepted).
The composition of the ageku is like that of the hokku, a special honour.
The same poet would not be expected to figure in both, an exclusion which
generally includes the wakiku, and may also extend to daisan.
It is essential to remember, when learning these conventions, that renku
is art. It is not a forensic investigation, or a high school debating society.
Renku is about periodicity and modulation. It deals not so much with absolute
novelty as with recontextualisation. Renku cannot be written by adherence to
rules. We are artists. We must understand our materials.
And create.
As John Carley wrote: We are artists, we create. Renku is about
periodicity and modulation. It is not written by adherence to rules.
Opening hokku gives me a feeling of a special honour to join you, indeed.
The two of you have undertaken a great adventure. Im listening, looking,
walking with you. I was wandering what will happen in daisan, somehow
worrying a bit, and then you gift me with beautiful California poppies.
Entirely unexpteced by me! After that, there is the sky and the birds, as the
day will end soon, the poppies will close their petals, we are leaving all those
lively colors behind us, and without any material proof coming to the starting
point, entirely different persons. I hear the ocean as a soft backgournd music
in the back of all. This work brings me optimistic, full of love of life feeling.
And I thank you for that.
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RENGA
Haikouichthys 4
1
Opened window. - 5 Otvoren prozor.
White clouds taking Oblaci zauzimlju
all the sky. itavo nebo.
Dragutin Tadijanovi
2
a boeing 777 in and out zrakoplov boeing 777 unutra
like a stitching needle/s pa van poput ivae igle/s
3
pin-up model... pin-up model
falling from the wall pada sa zida kao
as a yellow leaf /t jesenski list/t
4
glassbeads between staklene perle izmeu
the cracks of the wooden floor/s pukotina drvenog poda/s
5
in friendship u prijateljstvu
with multicoloured bugs... sa arenim kukcima
the passing summer /t prolazi ljeto/t
4 Haikouichthys is an extinct genus of craniate believed to have lived 525 million years ago,
during the Cambrian explosion of multicellular life.
5 Haiku from Dragutin Tadijanovi, known Croatian poet who started to write haiku in his 90th
and lived over 102 years
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6
a BOGOF6 for urticarial bites BOGOF lijek za urtikariju
in the chemist window/s u izlogu ljekarnice/s
7
how can I pull out kako mogu iupati
the wormwood hugged limundik zagrljen
by a bindweed!/t povijuom!/t
8
some Jack no doubt will neki Jack e se bez sumnje
climb on it to the moon/s njome popeti na mjesec/s
9
a giant leap divovski korak
for music this sound of za muziku zvuk je
Satchmo's trumpet/t Satchmove trublje/t
10
do do do wee up wee ah do do do wee up wee ah
dee do do hip up woo pee/s dee do do hip up woo pee/s
11
dawn chorus ptiji cvrkut
of birdsong with so many u zoru, s toliko mnogo
scattered ideas/t raznih ideja/t
12
a scarecrow put the paysage strailo premjeta pejza
onto its humid canvas/t na svoje vlano platno/t
13
a study of surrealism studij nadrealizma
when revisiting Boris Vian podsjea na Vianovo pismo
writing to De Gaule/s generalu De Gaulle-u/s
6 Buy one, get one free (BOGOF), is a common form of sales promotion. This expression
is used in UK.
389
14
on the way to the airport na putu prema uzletitu
my watch begins to melt/t moj sat se poinje topiti/t
15
a hole through fractals rupa kroz fraktale
in the corridors of time... u hodnicima vremena
a missed plane!/s nestala letjelica
16
grandiose feast tables velianstvena gozba
can't stop our plans either/t ne moe zaustaviti na plan/t
17
cobalt, copper and zinc kobalt, bakar, cink
with a just dessert of nickel s desertom od nikla
perfect robot's diet!/s izvrsna dijeta za robote/s
18
a peasant woman rides seljanka vozi dvokolicu
the bike, all in her thoughts/t sva u svojim mislima/t
19.
soon overtaken uskoro prestignuta
by boys in lycra switching od djeaka u likri to mijenjaju
gears for the climb/s brzine za uzbrdicu/s
20.
please stop now instantly molim da odmah stanemo
the fence with morning glories!/t ograda s ladoleom/t
21.
ah eternal summer ah vjeno ljeto
locked in a no-rule-Renku zatvoreno u rengu bez pravila
some yearn for ice cubes/s neka udnja za kockom leda/s
390
22.
fortunately the hail sreom tua
is fulfilling our desires/t ispunjava nae elje/t
23.
a group of youth grupa mladih
sheltering at a bus stop zaklonjenih na stanici busa
soon starts pairing/s prelazi u parove/s
24.
so many stories toliko mnogo pria
we must say each other/t moramo rei jedni drugima/t
25.
would the moon hoe li mjesec
really wax to its fullness ispupiti do punoe
when so bitterly cold/s kad je tako hladno/s
26.
pale shadows wandering blijede sjene lutaju
by the the Lethe river/t pokraj rijeke Lete
27.
look at the members gle lanove
of Procol Harum, should grupe Procol Harum, bi li se
they ever meet again?/t mogli sastati ponovo/t
28.
how tight he used to hold me kako me vrsto obiavao drati
how I never trusted him/s kako mu nisam nikad vjerovala/s
29.
how tight I ako vrsto
used to hold her, how bih je drao, kako mi
never she trusted me/t nikad nije vjerovala/t
30.
she: a marriage counsellor ona: savjetnik za brakove
he: a divorce lawyer/s on: odvjetnik za rastave/s
391
31.
out of office ne radimo
during summer vacation za ljetnih praznika
sorry for inconvenience/t oprostite zbog neugodnosti/t
32.
at a gardening retreat osama u vrtu da bi se
meditating on centipedes/s razmiljalo o stonogama/s
33.
how many steps koliko koraka
with so many shoes s toliko puno postola
to reach the goal/t da se postigne cilj/t
34.
two roads diverged in a wood dvije ceste se razdvojie u umi
that has made all the differences/s to je uinilo sve razlike/s
35.
a yellow cloud uti oblak praine
of dust rises after uzdie se poslije
the gypsy charriot/t ciganske koije/t
36.
tonight right up to the stars noas ravno do zvijezda
cymbals and haunting chants/s inele i zarazni napjevi/s
37.
during dog days za pasje vruine
the island quivering with otok se trese zbog
cicadas's clamour/t buke cikada/t
38.
huge raindrops in the tarmac velike kine kapi na asfaltu
but too few of them/s samo premalo ih je/s
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39.
a bunch of boys kupina djeaka
on skateboards run na daskama jure
through the puddles/t kroz lokve/t
40
a clapping of hands pljeskanje ruku
for the risky figure of 8/s za riskantnu figuru 8/s
41.
in a little bottle u boici
of eight&bob7, a dash eight&bob, prstohvat
of french glamour/t francuskog glamura/t
42.
the fragrance of 2013 miris godine 2013
in a summer renku/s u ljetnoj rengi/s
43.
dressed in new clothes u novoj odjei
Bengali girls don't stop djevojke Bengali ne prestaju
to eat mish/s jesti mish/s
44.
all over the neighbourhood po cijelom susjedstvu
the clamour of Eid Al-Fitr8/t amor prestanka posta/t
45.
amidst confetti meu konfetima
stars and sickle moons zvijezde i polumjeseci
twinkle from the pavement/s sjaje na ploniku/s
46.
voices of autumn along glasovi jeseni uzdu
the long road we walk /t duge ceste kojom eemo/t
7 Eight And Bob: Exclusives fragrances and perfumes
8 Eid al-Fitr (Arabic: d al-Fir, IPA: [id al fitr], festival of breaking of the
fast), also called Feast of Breaking the Fast, the Sugar Feast, Bayram (Bajram), the Sweet
Festival[2] and the Lesser Eid, is an important religious holiday celebrated by Muslims
worldwide
393
47.
laughing schoolchildren nasmijani kolarci
crash empty shells of fallen drobe pod nogama ahure
chestnuts underfoot/s kestena na putu/s
48.
bell ringing sounds zvuci zvonjave
gathers pupils inside/t skupljaju uenike unutra/t
49.
the scent of ink miris tua
conspicuously absent uoljivo odsutan
from all high-tech/s od sve visoke tehnologije/s
50.
brutal victory of plants over surova pobjeda biljaka nad
the structural expressionism/t strukturalnim ekspresionizmom/t
51.
Jed Martin9 explained Jed Martin je objasnio
highlightsyours truly ignorance vrhunce tvoje istinito neznanje
of a last Goncourt/s posljednjeg Goncourta/s
52
how many pseudonyms koliko je pseudonima
did Fernando Pessoa have?/t imao Fernando Pessoa?/t
53
whilst Elliot and Sand dok su se Elliot i Sand
on either side of the Channel na dvije strane Kanala
simply settled for George/s odluili za George/s
54.
the last resorts posljednja rjeenja
to get out of obscurity!/s da se izae iz tame!/s
9 T
his verse and the verse before have association on the novel of Michel Houellebecq - The
Map and the Territory (French: La carte et le territoire).
394
55.
a tiny translucent snail10 sitan prozirni pu
from one of the deepest cave iz jedne od najdubljih pilja
in the spotlight/t u svjetlosnopu/t
56.
spiral: a curve emanating spirala: krivulja koja zrai
from a central point/s iz sredinje toke/s
57.
so shiny tako sjajna
this black hole ova crna rupa
in the middle of the galaxy/t u sredini galaksije/t
58.
vortex cortex latex vorteks korteks lateks
complex cybersex/s kompleks sajberseks/s
59.
an annex just tek jedan aneks
for homo simplex et duplex... za bie homo simplex et duplex ..
vitamines multiplex!/t vitamini multiplex!/t
60.
reading Steampunk Magazine 11 itajui "Steampunk Magazine"
this mad reactionist!/s ovaj ludi reakcionar!/s
61.
hubbling to find motrenje teleskopom
some creatures in da bi se pronala neka bia
the Pillars of Creation/t u Stupovima stvaranja/t
10 Z
ospeum tholussum is a cave-dwelling species of air-breathing land snails in the family
Ellobiidae. It was discovered at depths of 743 to 1,392 m (2,438 to 4,567 ft) in the Lukina
jamaTrojama cave system in Croatia in 2010 during a caving expedition. It was formally
described as a new species in 2013 by the taxonomist Dr. Alexander M. Weigand.
11 SteamPunk Magazine is an online and print semi-annual magazine devoted to the steam-
punk subculture.
395
62.
first vertebrates recorded prvi kraljenjaci zabiljeeni
in Chengjiang seabed/s u podmorju Chengjiang /s
63.
although very elastic premda je vrlo elastina
the haikouichthys shows riba haikouichthys pokazuje
its firm character/t svoj vrsti znaaj/t
64.
why should bungee jumping zato mi je ba sada palo
cross my mind just now?/s na pamet bungee-skakanje?/s
65.
cutting the cord... odrezav konop
I am flying cross the sea letim preko mora da budem
to be near you to be free/t slobodan s tobom/t
66.
spare the Rod, save the child potedi tap Rod, spasi dijete
or Pink Floyd's advice?/s ili savjet od Pink Floyda?/s
67.
all that is left sve to je ostalo
of our childhood... the heap od naeg djetinjstva hrpa
of old bricks/t starih opeka/t
68.
the realm of sandcastles carstvo pjeanih dvoraca
still within reach/s jo na dohvat ruke/s
69.
giving the kingdom dajui kraljevstvo
for an Arabian horse za arapskog konja
he annoyed his wife/t naljutio je enu/t
70.
heee ha! another cowboy heee ha! I drugi kauboj
disappears in the sunset/s nestaje u sunevu zalasku/s
396
71.
where to now? kamo sada?
become a legend or start postati legenda ili zapoet
new adventures/t nove pustolovine/t
72.
with such a poor prognosis s tako loom prognozom
the journey turns inwards/s putovanje se okree prema unutra/s
73.
declared NFR12 ne resurscitirati
but who can tell him no tko mu moe rei
what happens next/s to se dalje dogaa/s
74.
an old priest mumbles some stari sveenik daje posljednju
last rites then hurries away/t pomast potom uri dalje/t
75.
the vastness of soul irina due
reflects the moon and stars reflektira mjesec i zvijezde
of an autumn sky/s jesenskog neba/s
76.
a creeping wall of fog sporodolazei zid magle
hides the forest's colours/t skriva boje ume/t
77.
a bugle sounds rog se ori
to rally the horses da bi okupio konje
at the fox hunt/s za lov na lisicu/
12 NFR Not for resuscitation.
397
78.
from the Cape to Cairo13 od Rta do Kaira
via choo-choo trains/t u-u vlakovima/t
79.
sand and dust pijesak i praina
dust and sand and dust praina i pijesak i praina
and sand and dust/s i pijesak i praina/s
80
during hard times u vrijeme tekih vremena
she looks at her emerald/t ona pogledava svoj smaragd/t
81
scheming to snuje spletke kako
seduce the pawn broker zavesti vlasnika zalagaonice
to save all her assets/s da spasi nasljedstvo/s
82.
my joy at the Crazy Horse moja radost u Crazy Horseu
had too high a prize/t imala je previsoku cijenu/t
83
another 'encore' jo jedan encore
for the Korean za korejskog
choreographer/s koreografa/s
84
taking off his masks as skida svoje maske kao
he emerges from the sea/t onaj koji izranja iz mora/t
85.
coral farming uzgoj koralja
has become so lucrative postao je tako unosan
in recent years/s zadnjih godina/s
13 T
he Cape to Cairo Railway is an uncompleted project to cross Africa from south to north
by rail.
398
86.
who wears now on his finger 14 ko li sada nosi na svom prstu
the golden ring with carneole?/t zlatni prsten s karneolom?/t
87.
rain on the pond kia na ribnjaku
in ever widening circles u sve veim krugovima
of mysterious ripples/s tajnovitih valova/s
88.
a sudden croak takes nenadani kreket vraa me
me back to the now/t natrag u sadanjost/t
89.
another dispute jo jedan spor
at a Haiku conference na haiku konferenciji
on rulzzz/s o prrrrafilima/s
90.
singing out of tune neskladno pjevanje
improved by a clarinet/t ispravlja klarinet/t
91.
from a young age od malih nogu
nicknamed angel Gabriel nosi nadimak aneo Gabrijel
by his school mates/s od kolskih drugova/s
92.
a view of the Dead Sea pogled na Mrtvo more
from a cave at Qumran/t iz Kumranske pilje/t
93.
a red-rumped swallow daurska lastavica
photographed just fotografirana jedan tren
before the hawk/t prije sokola/t
94.
a swarm of mosquitoes roj komaraca
in the setting sun/s u sunevu zalasku/s
14 The association on the very known poem of Dragutin Tadijanovi The Ring.
95.
the late harvester kasni etelac
keen to complete his task u elji da zavri posao
doesn't see his love/t ne vidi ljubav/t
96.
a distant bell from daleki zvuk zvona
the blue mountains/s od plavih planina/s
97
water in the glass voda u ai
rippled by a breeze namrekana povjetarcem
on the table/t na stolu/t
98
scientists measured znanstvenici izmjerie
tidal effects in a puddle/s plimni uinak u mlaki/s
99.
drenched from mokar od glave
head to toe - a motobike do pete motocikl nesta
disappears on the horizon/t na vidokrugu
100.
yellow mellow mimosa ute meke mimoze
at the spring festival/s na proljetnom festivalu/s
101
ah, these young women15 ah, te mlade ene
under the cherry-tree ispod trenjinog stabla
in bloom /t u cvatu/t
102
from a lone reed flute iz usamljene frule od trske
light green notes aflutter/s lepraju svijetlozelene note/s
15 The association on the Tadijanovis poem ene pod orahom (The Women Under the
Walnut Tree)
400
Autori Claire Chatelet (sprite) /s i Tomislav Mareti /t napisali su za

vrijeme ljeta 2013. ulananu pjesmu (renga) uzevi jedan haiku Dragutina
Tadijanovia kao hokku (prvi u nizu stihova). Njegov haiku zapoinje stihom
Otvoren prozor to najbolje karakterizira duh ove suradnike i netematske
pjesme, koja se, noena asocijacijama uglavnom nije ravnala po strogim
pravilima pisanja renge. Pjesma je napisana na stranici The Renku Group
koju su postavili Moira Richards i Norman Darlington.
Authors Claire Chatelet (sprite) /s Tomislav Mareti /t wrote the linked

poem (renga) during Summer 2013. taking one haiku of Dragutin Tadijanovi
as hokku (the first in the sequence). His haiku verse begins with "open window"
which best characterizes the spirit of this collaborative and nonthematic
poem. The authors didn't adhere to the strict rules of the writing renga, and
was carried by very different associations. The poem was written on the page
"The Renk Group" set by Moira Richards and Norman Darlington.
FOUR YOTSUMONO ETIRI YOTSUMONO

Kathleen Earsman (Australia), Tomislav Mareti (Croatia)
The Littlest Joeys Majuni klokani

longer nights due su noi
the littlest joeys majuni klokani
deep in a pouch/k duboko u tobolcu/k
the moon peeps behind mjesec viri iza svakog

every leafless tree/t bezlisnog stabla/t
landscapes glimmer krajolici sjaje

in the shifting fire u promjenjivoj vatri
of this opal ring/k opalnog prstena/k
new things always again nove stvari uvijek iznova

on the Blue Planet/t na Plavom planetu/t
401
Twigs still Bare Jo gole granice

twigs still bare jo gole granice
a starling eats berries vorak zoba bobice
of the mistletoe/t imele/t
warm eggs blue as sky topla jaja plava kao nebo

begin to cheep/k poinju pitati/k
land! Land! zemlja! zemlja!

but it wasn't for this ali to ne bje za ovog
impatient sailor/t nestrpljivog pomorca/t
we coast through the space sputamo se kroz svemir

on a turtle's back/k na kornjainim leima/k
A leaf strewn Pavement Plonik posut liem
the street artist ulini umjetnik
chalks a leaf strewn pavement rie plonik posut liem
where there is none/k gdje nema nikoga/k
look at this moon gledaj taj mjesec
among the Chinese lanterns!/t meu lampionima!/t
chasing my grandson hvatam unuka

in and out of shadows unutar i izvan sjen
rich with memory/k bogatih uspomenama/k
playing chess we are far igrajui ah jo smo

from the end of the game/t daleko od kraja igre/t
Different Nuances Razliite nijanse
the first song prva pjesma
of eneving frogs so many veernjih aba toliko
different nuances/t razliitih nijansa/t
swimming in puddles sjajne papirnate lutke

these bright paper dolls/k plivaju u mlakama/k
402
without understanding bez razumijevanja

anything I can see tension igre mogu vidjeti napetost
over the poker table/t iznad stola za poker/t
instictively nagonski ispravljamo

we correct our balance/k nau ravnoteu/k
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asopis za haiku / Haiku Magazine

Izlazi jednom godinje / Published once a year

Godite 1, svezak 1, 2015.

Urednitvo / Editorial Board:

Glavna i odgovorna urednica / Editor- in-chief

Lektura hrvatskoga teksta / Croatian sub-editing

Lektura engleskih prijevoda s hrvatskoga / English sub-editing

Naslovnica: Sanja Srbljinovi-uek

Adresa urednitva / Editorial address

Grafiko oblikovanje: Mikle

asopis ne isplauje honorare za bilo kakav oblik suradnje.

Ivani Grad, 2015.

Rije urednice / Editors foreword . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9

In memoriam: Marela Mimica, Verica Peackock, Maa Bambi,

Godinjice smrti / Anniversary of death: Stjepan Jakevac,

Otvoreni natjeaji u Hrvatskoj /

Neobavezno, pokusno, novo / Experimental, optional haiku . . . . . . 117

Ueniki haiku / Childrens Haiku . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 120

Haiku za djecu / Haiku for the Children . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 136

Nove zbirke haiku-poezije / New haiku collections . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 139

Prikazi knjiga / Book reviews . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 149

Croatian haiku in English . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 163

Our International guest

Haiku from abroad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 284

Haiku by modern Brazillians authors

New books from abroad . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 336

Kazalo autora / The Authors

Milutin urikovi . . . . . . . . . . . . . 354 Nada Jamenica . . . . . 43, 181, 257, 263

Vesna Lecher-varc . . . . . . . . . 52, 191 Vlatka Musta. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 130

Marijan Poslonec . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134 Radhey Shiam . . . . . . . . . 267, 271, 303

Paola Tuek . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 123 Julie Warther . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 259

ledeni vjetar a cold wind

such a coincidence koja sluajnost

old frog stari abac

grm perunike a clump of irises

lokalne vlade u Japanu da podre ovaj prijedlog, ve e morati prikupiti

Haiku, the flower of Japanese culture

Heritage list, as reported by David McMurray in Asahi Haikuist Special on

MARELA MIMICA (1936-2014)

U Splitu je 17. prosinca 2014. u 78. godini preminula prosvjetna djelatnica,

Marela MIMICA was born in 1936 in Split. She graduated mathematics

utanje lia Dry leaves rustling

Vjetar donosi Winds bringing

Slika palmi Picture of palm trees

Neprskan kupus Unspaterred cabbage

ena prodaje A woman selling

bijela majica A white T-shirt

VERICA PEACOCK (1930-2014)

Verica Peacock roena je u Zagrebu 1930. ivjela je s tetom i tetkom u

Slavuj i eva Nightingale and

Dainty fairies dance Njene vile pleu

Sighted from afar Ugledan izdaleka

MAA BAMBI (1919-2014)

Roena u Rijeci, Maa Bambi ivjela je u Zagrebu. Objavljivala je prozu

Smrznutim suzama With frozen tears

Bremenita ena A pregnant woman at

Prhnue vrapci. Sparrows flutter off.

Prolom oblaka. Cloudburst.

Sjena jastreba Hawks shadow

Ruica Jerka Manojlovi

Ruica Jerka Manojlovi, ro. Vojkovi, roena

profesorica hrvatskog jezika i knjievnosti, ivjela je u Zagrebu. Generacije

Tri magarac A donkey running