Kashinath has nicely set the season and the scene – a morning walk in fog likely refers to the cooler months of autumn or winter. More importantly, the sparse level of description is suggestive, and invites and allows the reader to be drawn in while calling upon their own sensory memory. We can share his morning walk. Can feel the cold damp air. Sense the isolating greyness. Perhaps feel the sting of chill on one's nose and down into one's lungs as we breathe in. Then our breath exhaled contributes slightly to the foggy air.
But for me the second line is where the magic lies in this poem. We are "wrapped" and "unwrapped by this fog. As we walk along, into the deep mistiness, is Kashinath capturing how our movement creates vortices, swirling behind, trailing away like a scarf? Or does he mean those fluctuations of the fogginess itself along our walking route? Areas where the fog naturally has already begun to thin and lift – as beside the lake near my home – so that the passage of the morning walk is being recorded through the repeated wrapping and unwrapping – walking by these landmarks with their particular atmospherics? Or again, does he refer to something deeper – a conversation and a sequence of personal revelations?
Kashinath makes no reference to a companion, but to me, through the vivid suggestiveness of the scene, it seems we are invited to accompany him. Trudging through a fog, conversing in complete privacy from the world, we pass from being totally "clothed" and unknown – "wrapped" – to gradually knowing more about our companion as they unwrap the layers of their personality, their soul. Such are some of the senses I gain from sharing this morning walk with Kashinath, for which I am deeply appreciative.
Finally, there is the delightful play of words – wrapped and unwrapped. But if you speak the poem aloud there is another like-sounding word which captures the essence of walking with a friend, or a child, through a morning fog – and that is rapture. Kashinath has rekindled in me my own child delight of a foggy walk, and I am totally rapt.
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kopi…aku hapal betul baunya..selalu tersaji untuknya tanpa ada jeda..tapi tetap tak bisa menggodaku untuk berpaling dari..secangkir teh heheheheaku gak bisa minum kopi, Mbak..langsung mules hehehhehe…anyway, selamat menikmati kopinya
March 26th, 2013 at 9:03 am
Love the movement in this and the idea of wearing fog :)
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March 26th, 2013 at 10:53 am
It's a very nice haiku!
March 26th, 2013 at 12:08 pm
Wonderfully descriptive.
March 26th, 2013 at 2:42 pm
I love this, Kashinath. Well done :))
March 26th, 2013 at 10:49 pm
Another wonderful haiku!
Kashinath has nicely set the season and the scene – a morning walk in fog likely refers to the cooler months of autumn or winter. More importantly, the sparse level of description is suggestive, and invites and allows the reader to be drawn in while calling upon their own sensory memory. We can share his morning walk. Can feel the cold damp air. Sense the isolating greyness. Perhaps feel the sting of chill on one's nose and down into one's lungs as we breathe in. Then our breath exhaled contributes slightly to the foggy air.
But for me the second line is where the magic lies in this poem. We are "wrapped" and "unwrapped by this fog. As we walk along, into the deep mistiness, is Kashinath capturing how our movement creates vortices, swirling behind, trailing away like a scarf? Or does he mean those fluctuations of the fogginess itself along our walking route? Areas where the fog naturally has already begun to thin and lift – as beside the lake near my home – so that the passage of the morning walk is being recorded through the repeated wrapping and unwrapping – walking by these landmarks with their particular atmospherics? Or again, does he refer to something deeper – a conversation and a sequence of personal revelations?
Kashinath makes no reference to a companion, but to me, through the vivid suggestiveness of the scene, it seems we are invited to accompany him. Trudging through a fog, conversing in complete privacy from the world, we pass from being totally "clothed" and unknown – "wrapped" – to gradually knowing more about our companion as they unwrap the layers of their personality, their soul. Such are some of the senses I gain from sharing this morning walk with Kashinath, for which I am deeply appreciative.
Finally, there is the delightful play of words – wrapped and unwrapped. But if you speak the poem aloud there is another like-sounding word which captures the essence of walking with a friend, or a child, through a morning fog – and that is rapture. Kashinath has rekindled in me my own child delight of a foggy walk, and I am totally rapt.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful haiku!
March 27th, 2013 at 12:03 pm
So nice.
April 18th, 2014 at 3:23 am
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May 26th, 2016 at 6:11 pm
It’s a pleasure to find such ratatnilioy in an answer. Welcome to the debate.
June 4th, 2016 at 6:55 am
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July 7th, 2016 at 4:01 pm
kopi…aku hapal betul baunya..selalu tersaji untuknya tanpa ada jeda..tapi tetap tak bisa menggodaku untuk berpaling dari..secangkir teh heheheheaku gak bisa minum kopi, Mbak..langsung mules hehehhehe…anyway, selamat menikmati kopinya
November 3rd, 2016 at 5:00 am
scrive:E solo mi domando perché con tutto questo non hai ancora scritto un libro. Lo comprerei, lo leggerei, ci rifletterei, e poi lo farei leggere a Sgarbi, Ferrara e Maria de Filippi, così, per ridere.E poi andrei da Moccia e da Volo, lo sbatterei sul tavolo e direi: guardate, così si scrive. Anche parlando di pene.E ora credo che mi serva un caffè, o una camomilla, o entrambi.Maledetto, strabenedettissimo Erasmus.
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