Posts Tagged ‘ H. F. Noyes ’

H. F. (Tom) Noyes on interdependence

Basho (and Blyth) considered interpenetration to be the ‘religious’ element in haiku  — the element of wholeness, rather than ‘holiness’ . . .  All of life at all times, if we could but see it, is interdependently arising, ever in flux and always meriting our attention.   – H.F. Noyes (1918 – 2010) ~ gratitude to Eric L Houck for sharing this quotation

H. F. Noyes / Mariposa

spring thaw —

each small seed knowing

what to become

H. F. Noyes
Mariposa #22 (2010)

Mozart / Requiem in D Minor KV626 (with Margaret Price and Franciso Araiza)

~ in memory of the poet H. F. Noyes

H. F. Noyes Has Died: 1918 – 2010

H. F. Noyes

H. F. Noyes (Tom to his friends) died in April of this year, in Athens, Greece, where he had been living since 1970 in semi-retirement as a Gestalt and Jungian psychotherapist. The American poet and editor wrote prolifically all of his life until his death sometime this April.

I feel that his poems of the  last eight years have been exceptional in vision, tone, diction, originality, and subject matter. His work will prove that he was one of a handful of great poets writing in English, in our time. As a consistent reader of several haiku periodicals, I would thrill coming to one of his poems or essays, as I would discovering a flower, a temperature, a sudden rain, in an unexpected place at an unexpected time.

He once wrote: “Let us on our haiku journeys, in the words of the great Persian poet, Rumi, wash ourselves of ourselves. And through this ego-cleansing we can then hope to experience Nature’s wholeness through the wholeness of our own nature.”

In Modern Haiku (2008, 39:1 p125) H. F. Noyes wrote: “Re definitions of haiku, I honor Basho’s, ‘Do not follow in the footsteps of the ancients. Seek what they sought.’ If they could speak from beyond the grave, Basho, Buson and Issa would caution that a haiku is not a product of mind, but of heartmind. The most precious ingredient in a haiku that ingratiates itself with us is likely to be spontaneity . . . an unselfconscious catching of the haiku spirit as it flies. The depth reflected is chiefly through afterthought in readers’ minds. The writer is content to convey a sense of wonder.”

In Presence (#28, January 2006, p12), the British haiku journal edited by the eminent poet, Martin Lucas, in an essay entitled “Haiku and Reality” Noyes wrote: “It is simple down-to-earth everyday reality that more than anything else makes us aware of  the goodness and truth of life. The very briefness of  a haiku gives it the highest potential in all poetry of non-interference with the spring of our being through unalive ideation.”

Difficult to choose, nevertheless these are two of my favorite haiku (published in Presence 2007 and Modern Haiku 2007, respectively) written by H. F. Noyes ~

children playing at tennis        the net gets in the way

moonlit snowflakes
floating into the cage
of the silver fox


~ yours truly, df

For more information on his life and an excerpt from his 1981 Autobiography, please visit the American Haiku Archives.

Do you remember, a tanka by Karma Tenzing Wangchuk

for H.F. Noyes

Do you remember
that day I walked you home?
Under the arbor,
you offered me a grape
as if it were the sun itself.

– for Mataji Indra Devi

Karma Tenzing Wangchuk
from clouds gather and part, a collection of tanka
by Karma Tenzing Wangchuk

Tyrone McDonald and H. F. Noyes / South by Southeast

A Favorite Haiku

my entire world
reduced to a bus shelter . . .
cold rain

— Tyrone McDonald
from bottle rockets 11.2 Feb 2010

An incontestable jibing of our own inner nature with the season’s outer nature — effortless if one is able to share Tyrone’s surrender. A  haiku poet may sometimes be limited as well as liberated by an authentic contact with nature.

H. F. Noyes

The above recreates page 14 of South by Southeast, vol 17 no 2 (copyrighted by the Richmond Haiku Workshop) because it feels like a “happening”, a swirling together of natural world moments, a man’s thoughts taking him in and out of the moments, and, as H. F. Noyes notes, that standstill moment of surrender to what is beyond thought. Two very fine poets and two fine poetry journals finding one another on one page —  a happening!  – Donna Fleischer