Pháp Hoan is a Vietnamese-Canadian Poet and translator who currently lives and work in Vancouver, British Columbia.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku (40)
Tag: haiku
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 41 (39)
The sunlight high
the front yard white
with the hues of evaporating prayers
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 14 (33)
the white pear blossom
by the passing vagrant
in a new burst of fragrance.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 23 (37)
rain past noon in the village
a butterfly lost
across the mumonkan
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 24 (38)
The Sūyatā open to
a small butterfly
flying into the realm of flowers.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 20 (36)
the waxing half moon
in a puddle
a water buffalo’s hoof print.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 13 (31)
After dhyana
the azaleas
a few more bloomed.
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Pháp Hoan |Haiku 12 (14)
Busy busy
little bee
searching for the spring
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 11 (30)
The human realm there
all unaware
the peach blossom blooms still.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 10 (18)
The clouds up high
quite shy
on the ground babbling.
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Pháp Hoan |Haiku 9 (13)
The breezy spring rain
gently touched the hands
of the executioner.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 1 (8)
At the foot of the mountain West
there be my quest
an eighty thousand trees behest.
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Pháp Hoan |Haiku 7 (10)
Fell a dewdrop here
the three thousand spheres
joy in the mere moments.
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Pháp Hoan |Haiku 6 (11)
Resounding through the night
the prayerful Heart Sutra
from a tranquil spring
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 5 (9)
On a hill slept
the grass and my hair kept
growing.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 4 (29)
A pair of white tuberose
mid the sound night bloomed
new viewers of the agony.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 3 (23)
Lightly redolent
the camellias
by the butcher’s resident.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 2 (28)
after dhyana
by the hem lingered
scents of night flowers.
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Pháp Hoan | Haiku 16 (21)
At the line dividing
not North not South
the spring rain flying
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Pháp Hoan |Haiku 8 (12)
Through the garden a breeze
in light scents
of a spring long ago.
