The source

Credit where it's due: this week's haiku was suggested by one of the Vasco Popa pieces I mentioned last week. Sometimes you find something that's just so right for someone, it's scary.


ASHES

Some are nights, others stars

Each night lights up its star
And dances a black dance round it
Until the star burns out

Then the nights split up
Some become stars
The others remain nights

Again each night lights up its star
And dances a black dance round it
Until the star burns out

The last night becomes both star and night
It lights itself
Dances the black dance around itself

(from 'Games' by Vasco Popa - tr. from the Serbo-Croat by Anne Pennington)