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Duel of the Baseball Haiku
In honor of National Poetry Month and another baseball season, here are some baseball haiku from a new book, “Baseball Haiku-the Best Haiku Ever Written About the Game” (W.W. Norton).
1.Rookie’s first hit-
picked off at first
2.Manager,umpire
shadow-boxing
jaw to jaw
3.geese flying north
the pitcher stops his windup
to watch
4.summer afternoon
the long fly ball to center field
takes its time
5.perfect game, end of seven
in the dugout the pitcher
sits alone
6. a seagull high over right field gets out of the way 7.lost in the lights the high fly ball that never comes down 8.country field- home run rolling past the headstones 9.rumble of thunder the boy still looking for the ball in the tall grass (game over)
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By victor mickunas
April 14, 2007 3:53 PM | Link to this
watching the night game—someday, I too, may suffer—a losing streak (Taki Shun’ichi 1902-1996)By Barbara Delaney
April 14, 2007 10:15 AM | Link to this
On the shining roof- the boy’s abandoned string-ball-soaking up spring rain (Buson)By Page Turner
April 11, 2007 7:50 PM | Link to this
Barry Bonds swings, hits - seven hundred fifty-six - McCovey Cove, splash!By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 9:32 PM | Link to this
Over—the outfielder’s loneliness—the summer moon (Suzuki Murio 1919-2004)By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 8:10 PM | Link to this
spring breeze—this grassy field makes me—want to play catch (Masaoka Shiki:1867-1902)By John Sollami
April 6, 2007 6:04 PM | Link to this
Snow flies past the lights—April sometimes is so cold—Wild pitch! Run scores! Win!!By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 5:40 PM | Link to this
spilled ice—has wet the edge—of the scorecard (Yamazaki Hisao-born 1927)By John Sollami
April 6, 2007 5:25 PM | Link to this
Spring comes back again— My hand and glove are like one— I always loved you.By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 5:22 PM | Link to this
after the error— the player still faces the outfield—towering clouds(Imai Sei-born 1950)By Mark from St. Paul
April 6, 2007 5:09 PM | Link to this
‘03 Game 7 - Pedro got bombed in the 8th - Yanks 6, BoSox 5.By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 4:34 PM | Link to this
it’s April— snowy crabapple blooms— strike three-you’re out!By John Sollami
April 6, 2007 3:46 PM | Link to this
I lie in the grass— the big boys swing hard and spit— my feet look too small.By John Sollami
April 6, 2007 3:13 PM | Link to this
Nice Vick. Thanks. I’ll have to look for this book. Who is the publisher? We should try to write our own. Here’s my English attempt, in the traditional 5/7/5 pattern, with a grammatical break after 7: The old man pitches- The ball flies over his head— Time for memories.By vick mickunas
April 6, 2007 3:01 PM | Link to this
invisible pitch—- whistled past—- gyroballBy Mark from St. Paul
April 6, 2007 2:58 PM | Link to this
New York Yankees win the Boston Red Sox stumble, season of the pitch.