Thursday, May 23, 2013

dark night of a poppy said, Princess Haiku




deep inside the
inky-maroon poppy
all the carnal sins
she made while
loving him

Pamela A. Babusci (5/23/13)

Monday, May 20, 2013

Aphrodite lost in a flower, said Princess Haiku



to Aphrodite of the flowers

"leave Krete and come to this holy temple
where the graceful grove of apple trees
circles an altar smoking with
frankincense"

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

"The Graveyard by The Sea," Paul Valery

Paul Valery



Excerpt

The Graveyard By The Sea

This quiet roof, where dove-sails saunter by,
Between the pines, the tombs, throbs visibly.
Impartial noon patterns the sea in flame --
That sea forever starting and re-starting.
When thought has had its hour, oh how rewarding
Are the long vistas of celestial calm!
What grace of light, what pure toil goes to form
The manifold diamond of the elusive foam!
What peace I feel begotten at that source!
When sunlight rests upon a profound sea,
Time's air is sparkling, dream is certainty --
Pure artifice both of an eternal Cause.

Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence,
Palpable calm, visible reticence,
Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells
Under a film of fire such depth of sleep --
O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope
Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

a dazzle of flowers said, Princess Haiku




I discovered these bright flowers in the butterfly house at the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers. It was as though they had wings of their own, so brilliantly were they colored.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

a mysterious atmosphere said Princess Haiku



I captured this image in the butterfly display at the Conservatory of Flowers today. So often things are not what they seem and the atmosphere of this exhibit belonged as much to midnight as butterflies do the sun.

Thursday, May 09, 2013

a pale flower said, Princess Haiku



a pale flower infused with the most perfect passion.... Love is in the clarity of the moment. These poem fragments are my imperfect gift...

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Diane Dehler...The Lotus


time stands still but trees do not said, Princess Haiku



Things are never what they seem and even ghosts find constant change disconcerting on certain days. Today for example I prefer to be in the past but the past cannot be found. What is a ghost to do?

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Andree Chedid

Andrée Chedid is a poet and novelist, born in 1920 in Cairo from Lebanese parents. When she was ten, she was sent to a boarding house, where she learned English and French. At fourteen, she left for Europe. She then returned to Cairo to go to an American university. Her dream was to become a dancer. She got married to a physician when she was twenty-two, with whom she has two children: Louis and Michèle. Her work questions human condition and what links the individual to the world. Her writing seeks to evoke the Orient, but she focuses more in denouncing the civil war that destroys Lebanon. She lives in France since 1946. Because of this diverse background, her work is truly multicultural. French is her native language and her choice for her writings. However, her first book was written in English: On the Trails of my Fancy. She has commented about her work that it is an eternal quest for humanity.


The Final Poem

A forge burns in my heart.
I am redder than dawn,
Deeper than seaweed,
More distant than gulls,
More hollow than wells.
But I only give birth
To seeds and to shells.

My tongue becomes tangled in words:
I no longer speak white,
Nor utter black,
Nor whisper gray of a wind-worn cliff,
Barely do I glimpse a swallow,
A shadow's brief glimmer,
Or guess at an iris.

Where are the words,
The undying fire,
The final poem?
The source of life?

by Andree Chedid


Biography from: Wikipedia.org

Saturday, May 04, 2013

hidden flora most fascinating said, Princess Haiku



Lily pollen, maiden ferns, amber lotus petal, streaks of cerulean blue and human desire. -In pursuit of a new day and shadows for my ghostly lens.

Thursday, May 02, 2013

Monday, April 29, 2013

an imperial and perfect pink said, Princess Haiku

a muse of Orchid said Princess Haiku



I had the pleasure of visiting the SF Conservatory of Flowers on Saturday and captured some orchid photos to share. It was barely fifty degrees and very foggy. Wish I had worn another layer; it was as chilly as a Summer day. Non the less had a magnificent walk through the garden. It is with wonder that I enter the garden, the paradise of April- to explore the gifts of Spring. Princess Haiku various flowers said, "Capture me, no me, I am the epitome of beauty." Perfect moments of life are often the most simple... And as elusive as the passing hour.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Congratulations to Skylark, said Princess Haiku

Congrats to Skylark on their first inaugural edition!!! Also happy to say that one of my poems is included. It can be purchased here:

Thursday, April 25, 2013

a school for ghosts, said Princess Haiku is fortunately impossible



Akhmatova's Orphans Auden Group The Beats Black Arts Movement Black Mountain poets British Poetry Revival Cairo poets Castalian Band Cavalier poets Chhayavaad Churchyard poets Confessionalists Créolité Cyclic poets Dadaism Deep image Della Cruscans Dolce Stil Novo Dymock poets Ecopoetry The poets of Elan Flarf Fugitives Garip Gay Saber Generation of '98 Generation of '27 Georgian poets Goliard The Group Harlem Renaissance Harvard Aesthetes Hungry generation Imagism Informationist poetry Jindyworobak Lake Poets Language poets Martian poetry Metaphysical poets Misty Poets Modernist poetry The Movement Négritude New American Poetry New Apocalyptics New Formalism New York School Objectivists Others group of artists Parnassian poets La Pléiade Rhymers' Club San Francisco Renaissance Scottish Renaissance Sicilian School Sons of Ben Southern Agrarians Spasmodic poets Sung poetry Surrealism Symbolism Uranian poetry


Thank you Wiki..

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

magenta splashes bewitch said Princess Haiku

poetry, flowers and Charle's Baudelaire's self portrait said, Princess Haiku



PARIS | Thu Apr 18, 2013 2:08pm EDT
Reuters - The discovery of a lost self-portrait of Charles Baudelaire has rekindled interest in the 19th century French poet, revealing a lighter, painterly side to a literary "enfant terrible" known for his dark, erotic poetry.

The drawing, overlaid with pale brown watercolors, shows a three-quarter view of Baudelaire with what appears to be a red scarf tied around his neck. Sketched in the background are a naked woman, silhouettes of men and a dog.

The drawing surfaced when curators at the Cite de l'Architecture museum were looking through a collection of art objects found in the workshop of French sculptor Adolphe-Victor Geoffroy-Dechaume, a contemporary of Baudelaire's.

Museum curator Carole Lenfant was digging through the Geoffroy-Dechaume stash for an upcoming exhibition when the loose sheet caught her eye.

"There was something about the eyes and the way it was painted," she said.

Convinced it was by Baudelaire, she began a quest to confirm that it was indeed a self-portrait.


image







flowers of rarest bloom
proffering their perfume
mixed with the vague fragrances of amber

Charles Baudelaire



Charles Pierre Baudelaire was a French poet who produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and translator of Edgar Allan Poe. His most famous work is, Les Fleurs du mal. Baudelaire influenced a whole generation of poets including Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud and Stéphane Mallarmé among many others.




It seems as though it were just yesterday that I took dear, Charles a black orchid grown under glass and nurtured with tincture of moonlight, said Princess Haiku. A ghost poet has just too many friends to keep up with...

Saturday, April 20, 2013

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