EUI Haiku 2021: the poems
So many beautiful Haiku. 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 2020/2021.
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!!!
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).
The Year 2020
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Oh festive phoenix
Pray thee bring joy this yuletide
As from ash you rise
Brian O'Connor
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Hope this pandemic
Will make each academic
A better human
Jan Teresinski
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Covid struck us all
but when it is gone will we
fight for real change?
Sven Mörsdorf
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Mermaids and dolphins
Are now back to the Arno
Nature is healing
Sofia Borushkina
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softness of cypress
rich colour of the mountains
returned, finally
Annika Lehmus-Sun
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Smiles have been covered
With the fear of each other.
Yet hope hides in eyes.
Dominika Kulpinska
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Color of laughter
Ages in silence—alone
Heartbeats fade like dust
Alvaro Pereira
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by Duomo at dawn
three soldiers, heavily armed
all checking their phones
Paul McDonough
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Lockdown - time to work!
Stand in line to buy some bread
Wind and rain sap strength
Philip Hanspach
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Crystal of silence
once broke by the caress
now ending...in breeze
Cristina Blanco Sio-Lopez
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Last year wasn’t dapper
i mean covid, but haikus
are about weather weather weather
Lennart Schulze
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Daily Enthusiasms
in year twenty were few but
wine with friends was top
Jette Pedersen
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my warm hand
I am scared
perfume and softness of your skin
Andrea Sacchettini
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So long spent inside.
Like bulbs, the world will soon bloom;
Flowering as one.
Andrew Fallone
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In COVID silence
whispering trees shush us still.
Finally, we listen.
Jackie Gordon
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Laugh with your eyes
Gnashers and chops are extinct
Soul mirrors open
Alex Howarth
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what if tomorrow
is, again, the same
as yesterday?
Victoria Garin
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L'unico fiore
che ancora rimane,
il mio destino.
[The only flower
still remaining now,
is my destiny]
Annarita Zacchi
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first day shops open
empty city not a queue
except McDonalds
Paul McDonough
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has your beard gone white
new line across every face
corona suntan
Paul McDonough
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My heart in lock down
Our kisses breathless, his love
Asymptomatic
Katarzyna Doniec
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I feel lonelier
Than the Star of Bethlehem
Beyond and within
Katarzyna Doniec
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Walls are my friends now,
they look at me for a while,
and seem to concur.
Roberto Larrañaga
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Un anno nuovo,
Adriano esce in strada,
Mattia guarda.
[A new year,
Adriano goes out [to the street],
Mattia stares [at him].]
Roberto Larrañaga
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Toutes les pages m'ennuient,
elles ne font que répéter-
la fenêtre m'appelle.
[All the pages bore me,
they only repeat themselves-
the window calls me.]
Roberto Larrañaga
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La vida nueva,
los cantos de sirena,
terrible engaño.
[The new life,
the chants of the Sirens,
[a] dreadful trickery.]
Roberto Larrañaga
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You wake up one night
Maybe you are going mad
Facing the unknown
Pauli Aro
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An ambulance wails.
Our ears listen for silence
Quiet falls—again.
Jackie Gordon
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We watch the window,
fogging glass with bated breath.
No one on the street.
Jackie Gordon
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Cadaverating.
Not a word, but a pigeon
trapped like us. We saw.
Anonymous
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A lonely bird's song,
Immersed into earth's vast lungs,
Reminding yūgen.
(Yūgen "幽玄" is said to mean "a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe... and the sad beauty of human suffering")
Anonymous
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Dripping from wet trees
A quiet harmony playing,
Once the storm passes.
Anonymous
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From the distance, I
hear kids throw rocks at the lake.
The sound of laughter.
Anonymous
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Brushed aside blessings:
Hearing birds sing peaceful tunes;
Sight of a warm smile.
Anonymous
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Locked down here at home
One day runs into the next
For one year? Or more?
Anonymous
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Are you infected?
Are you asymptomatic?
Keep your distance please
Anonymous
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I heard ghost grasses
rustling in the COVID night.
Echoes from the plains
Jackie Gordon
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hords of me’s and you’s
migrating to the wrong land
all the last year long
Anonymous
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Light Blue Orange scent -
Memoir of a past sunset.
Whisper of the Sea.
Anonymous
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Memoir of a year:
Wondering about the Sea:
Is it still Blue? Still?
Anonymous
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Life in Italy
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Silenzio e tempo, io.
Io ieri, oggi, ancora ieri,
Oggi. Ieri. Oggi Ancora ieri.
Domani, io sempre ancora io.
[Silence and time, I.
Me yesterday, today, still yesterday.
Today. Yesterday. Today Still yesterday.
Tomorrow, still I].
Leslie Hernandez Nova
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I ponti,
metafore di vita:
sospesi, funzionali
[Bridges,
metaphors of life:
hanging, functioning]
Jashwanni Grewal
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Dreaming light beyond
the suspended labyrinths
where windows are mirrors...
Cristina Blanco Sio-Lopez
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Stroke of the master
brings the sunlight to its knees
I almost saw you
Katarzyna Doniec
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La ciudad fuma
Me miras a los ojos
Y fumas tú
[The city smokes
You look me in the eyes
And smoke]
Victoria Garin
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New Year’s Eve curfew
It’s ten and only the dog
Is happy to leave
Pauli Aro
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Like leaves of a tree
Refusing their destiny
Beauty breathes all
Alvaro Pereira
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With no cloud in the sky
My spirit soars with Leonardo's
At the top of Monte Ceceri
Anonymous
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Love is connection
Mindfully and heartfully
Blissful! So, it is
Anonymous
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The world beneath you
Imagine flying sky high
How is the feeling?
Anonymous
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The space between us
Two places so far away
Yet our hearts are one
Anonymous
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Smell of gingerbread
The warm embrace of the fire
Tree full of needles
Anonymous
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Time stops for no one
It goes on yet we get spent
So, live in the now
Anonymous
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Midnight with star light
The gaze of beautiful eyes
The warm bright campfire
Anonymous
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la giardiniera
tortelli di patate
e osso buco
[The gardener
potato tortelli
and osso buco]
Anonymous
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Bella l'Italia
è rossa, verde, bianca
cosa le manca?
[Pretty Italy
she is red green and white
what is left behind?]
Anonymous
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Living by the Church -
How many Sundays in a year?
No rules for the bells.
Anonymous
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Orange Christmas -
The color of Firenze.
Dreaming of Yellow.
Anonymous
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When children ask me:
What is your favorite color?
For Florence: Yellow.
Anonymous
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Pomodoro dreams
Trapped by viciously thin air
Painful fiasco cage
Alvaro Pereira
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Your EUI experience
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I put on my face,
Pajamas off and shirts on,
Zoom in and zoom out.
Enyuan He
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The best of myself
You think you saw it all, right?
But it’s yet to come
Katarzyna Doniec
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Anachronic life
Fainted clouds in a blue sky
Fiesole, bright light
Alvaro Pereira
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The sun lingers now
Just enough for the birds to
Beckon through the dusk
Anonymous
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Your research
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Procrastination
Avoiding all my duties
Is what I am best at
Alejandro Salamanca Rodríguez
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Keep calm, silly cow
Carry on, don’t jump the gun
Egg, larva, pupa...
Katarzyna Doniec
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Inspiration lacks,
my pen does not seem to move,
time for a mild walk.
Roberto Larrañaga
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Silent trickling stream
Relentless its lasting flow
Follow and you find
Maarja Saluste
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Wohin treibt es sie
in ihrem Frühlingskleide?
Bleibe zuhause
[Where are you going?
She wears a beautiful spring kimono
Stay at home]
Anonymous
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World affairs
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Trump has been impeached.
I have just missed the deadline.
World versus work - sigh
Anonymous
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Climate change is here.
We all know what we should do
But we don’t do it.
Anonymous
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What? Where? When? Why? How?
Widespread uncertainty now
Thanks to a virus!
Anonymous
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Like winds shifting paths,
Like the leaves changing colors,
We can be reborn.
Anonymous
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