too good for his job,
pattern of a gentleman–
Legrandin
Category Archives: Haiku of Lost Time
A reading of Proust’s In Search of Lost Time, expressed as “haiku”, one for each page of the text
I.91
feeling history pass
I stand, stare, soak in–
a new town
I.90
though wandering,
eyes always return to church–
dominating
I.89
the steeple
centering the map–
crowning façades
I.88
timing a kiss
by the sun on fresh slates–
Mamma to market
I.87
birds in the turrets
but an air of distinction–
a quaint old face
I.86
Saint-Hilaire’s steeple
piercing a misty morning–
longest Sunday walk
I.85
church and homes and shops–
contiguous buildings,
split by flowers
I.84
devoid of beauty
Combray’s apse a prison wall–
but, still, The Church!
I.83
legendary ones–
a fairy-haunted valley
in the flow of Time