Four Haiku
A balmy spring wind Reminding me of something
I cannot recall.
The green cockleburrs
Caught in the thick wooly hair
Of the black boy's head.
Standing in the field,
I hear the whispering of
Snowflake to snowflake.
It is September
The month in which I was born,
And I have no thoughts.
--Richard Wright
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Most haiku are just Trifling Japonaiserie.
Wright's, however, aren't.