EUI Haiku 2022: the poems
So many beautiful Haiku again this year! A heartfelt thank you to everyone who sent us a poem (or more than one). We felt privileged to read them. Thank you.
All of the Haiku we received deserve to be shared, read, and enjoyed.
Below are Haiku written by the EUI community in 2021/2022.
If you did not give us express permission to publish your name, wishing to remain out of the limelight, we have respected your wishes. If you wish to see your name included, contact [email protected].
Enjoy!!!
If you wish, you can also read the Haiku 2020-2021!
The competition is now over, but if you are inspired, and wish to send us a Haiku you have written, please do so, and we will include it below. We encourage you to write in any language you like, but if it is not English, please include a translation (which may or may not follow the rules of Haiku).
Life in Italy
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A cormorant fans
Wings, dripping on the Arno
Lives, on trains, rush by
Anonymous
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Through the Tuscan hills
I cycle on a big ring
Legs hurt, mind happy
Milos Vojinovic
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Life in Italy.
The people walk busily,
chaotically.
Bernat Monge
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At dusk I drink wine,
Catching up with old and new
Friends in last sunshine.
Maximilian Meixner
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Two red lines appear:
the former scarlet letter
is the new normal.
Anna Patricia Valerio
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Tea leaves used to boil,
Filling the room with thick steam.
The moka growls now.
Roberto Larrañaga
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fresh squeeze each morning
opens the day wide and bright.
sunlight for winter
Elizabeth Banks
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When one bus is late
While another changes its route
Let the whole world wait
Tatyana Bajenova
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marble, not mirrors
will retain the memory
of pale olive skin
Anonymous
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Climb to a stone pine
Lots of cones inside! Sit, Eat,
How lovely it is
—— Squirrel
Xiaoman Lin
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Starlings rattling clouds -
a promise of new life, unknown,
as a winter night falls.
Anonymous
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Pizza, gelato,
To eat or not to eat more
That is the question
Shubha Prasad
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Prosciutto, pasta,
Bistecca as secondo,
Tiramisu, burp
Shubha Prasad
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Chianti I sip
Or Montepulciano
In bursts Lambrusco
Shubha Prasad
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Snapshots in my mind
Of Florence and Tuscan sights
For posterity
Shubha Prasad
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la bella vita
quando si mangia sempre
thanks to Italy
Shubha Prasad
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| Black swirling coffee –
stiff, a barren durmast whips
the flames of vesper.
Federico Diana
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Paz
Que sube la colina
Y calla
(Translation from Spanish:
Peace
Going up the hill
Silent)
Anonymous
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Free-flowing, like wind
A birthday child, impatient
A warm summer day
Anonymous
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My dog would've been
thirteen. Here in Florence I
see him in my dreams.
Anna Patricia Valerio
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They say, "Grief is love
persevering." I like that.
I wish to be mourned
Anna Patricia Valerio
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Du coup, not strangers.
I held you tight, but there are
no happy endings.
Kieran Bradley
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Duomo’s morning bells
Flooding sandstone warrens, bronze
Sounds round as the globe
Martha Snodgrass
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Italy
Impossible place
Maximum irritation
I miss it so much
Michiel Tegelaars
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Light peeks through tiny,
tiny holes in the green blinds.
I open my eyes.
Florencia Caro Sachetti
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I loosen the lock
of myself, here I wander
between shades of gold
Florencia Caro Sachetti
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Humid walls and tears
Among the entrenched days
Hope is the portal
Cristina Blanco Sío-López
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Life is not loading
Lacks emotional torment
Abhors harmony
Mahmoud Javadi
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Only good comes out
From a single-issue life
which nonexistent
Mahmoud Javadi
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Your EUI experience
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Glistens the dark ink
as the morning mist retreats –
clamour in the hall.
Federico Diana
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the girl I like
sets an alarm on Sunday
oh, heavens, but why!
Anonymous
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It's 'the Institute'.
The E was Eurocentric;
U privileged truth.
Anomymous
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Despair paints my face
Goodness exists at the end
Hope always prevails
Mahmoud Javadi
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Here, in fair Florence,
the fun goes in accordance
with your performance.
Bernat Monge
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Time to concentrate
I'll start working hard today
Ooh, haiku contest
Alex Davenport
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thought, its trains
book, brains of brilliance
meet you here
Sunita Tripathy
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It was yesterday,
I became this abbey’s monk.
Time has no mercy.
Roberto Larrañaga
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These stairs to heaven,
They take all my breath away.
“Hello! Green Pass please!”
Roberto Larrañaga
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Hitzen mendiak,
Ez dut irakurri nahi.
Igo ditzagun!
Translation from Basque:
(Mountains of words,
I do not want to read them.
Let’s climb them instead!)
Roberto Larrañaga
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When you are struggling
To go up the down staircase
Look at the sunset
Tatyana Bajenova
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Life force in my cells
Audacity from inkling
To embrace wisdom
Mahmoud Javadi
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Lotus flowers bloom
from the dark of garden ponds
where all minds wonder
Anonymous
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Imposter syndrome
An academic’s best friend
Judging my Chianti
Shubha Prasad
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From the Badia
I wander the olive groves
Beholding Florence
Shubha Prasad
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Economists sought
Beta, delta, omicron
Before it was cool
Anonymous
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Tobit, SREE, Game Theory
First-year economists grace
Huge derivations
Anonymous
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Icy break of day
Badia's bright books glisten
Watching the people
Anonymous
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Tu es là, je sais
Je te cherche dans badia
Éternelle poursuite
(I’ll find you, I know
Wandering in badia
Never ending quest)
Anonymous
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Shimmering June morning.
Barley brushes smell like toast.
Any breeze would help.
Martha Snodgrass
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. Badia
The old, high building
The slanting evening light
Unforgettable.
Michiel Tegelaars
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Breaking silenced ways
Within the crystal temples
Carving your own voice
Cristina Blanco Sío-López
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You only live once
Your life is perfectly sized
Reach goals by design
Mahmoud Javadi
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Time for rebranding!
It's the year of new logos;
big blue-white phallus
Brian O’Connor
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World affairs
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We stormed the castle
and smoked our king's cannabis
This was our high coup
Martin Christensen
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Wave after wave, after wave.
We stumble with the same rock;
can't turn back the clock
Bernat Monge
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A leaf does not bring
down a tree. Thousands leaves
burn the forest down.
Tomas Bartoletti
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More isolation
Feeling stifling darkness near
Close eyes against dark
Eoghan Hussey
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Don’t go to Venice
Just wear your mask far and wide
It's the carnival
Tatyana Bajenova
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Uncaring of masks,
detached from fines and fine arts,
inflation test looms.
Anonymous
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your foot fails to land
between this past and present
a step is missing
Vigdis Evang
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Vaccine deniers
Amongst a vaccine surfeit
While millions die
Shubha Prasad
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Oxygen cylinders
I hunted for my loved ones
Delhi held its breath
Shubha Prasad
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Vaccinations yay!
We can finally travel
Alas, omicron
Shubha Prasad
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Stop this gloom and doom
Is that primavera
I see up ahead?
Shubha Prasad
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Get vaccinated
Get the booster as well please
Then we can all meet
Shubha Prasad
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They leave no traces –
not even the snow recalls
those livid faces.
Federico Diana
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My ex-boyfriend won't
leave Ukraine. How romantic,
but I'd rather live.
Anonymous
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In bridge, the best bid
is ‘no Trumps’. Who says it is
just a game of cards?
Kieran Bradley
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Vaccine and Booster
Mask, Green Pass, Temperature Check
When Will This All End?
Joel Naoki Ernesto Christoph
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Days turned into months,
months into years, and a wait,
blanched and monochrome.
Maya Sawan
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Angst-filled hearts cannot,
for long, make a world go around.
See the light within?
Maya Sawan
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East, West, North and South
Are indistinguishable
Fog envelops us.
Michiel Tegelaars
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vote then wait years to
wait more in lines filled with fears
to claim cards, rights, life
Elizabeth Banks
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Keep our hearts open
Humility shines out in
Dystopian world
Mahmoud Javadi
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Frogs in a pond. Hop!
From angst to anguish we jump
And the sun shines on.
Maya Sawan
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Fear stalking its prey
Where to go from here? You ask
A light shines within!
Maya Sawan
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No more free movement:
first dose adverse reaction.
A-na-phy-la-xis.
Cristina Blanco Sío-López
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Auld Ireland flies west
wings unfurled by her last breath
fae weep and vanish
Mahmoud Javadi
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Bedda 'sta lingua,
mo guaju a cu risci
"Che bel dialetto!"
(Lovely ,this language
but don't you dare say the words
"Oh great dialect!")
Brian O’Connor
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Another puncture,
No more pain at this juncture.
Just change the picture.
Roberto Larrañaga
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Orbit tears drop down,
when I hear your distressed call.
Now I see you fall.
Nina Ghalehdar
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Tensions mounting fast
May Russia and West let go
Antagonisms past
Michael Sanfrey
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Auld Ireland flies west
wings unfurled by her last breath
fae weep and vanish
Brian O’Connor
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