In the novelty,
Françoise welcomed our visits–
still mourning
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.71
Françoise, now known,
mysterious saint of youth–
always serving
I.70
tisane infused
the madeleine softens–
windowside reading
I.69
preparing tisane,
delighted in finding
sprigs of real lime trees
I.68
aunt talks alone
to keep herself functioning,
a new reality
I.64
house, town, morning, night
flooded back by madeleine
from my cup of tea
I.65
houses huddled by
the darkened church of Combray,
unreal in my mind
I.66
at great aunt’s house.
aunt confined by grief, illness,
obsession, piety
I.67
waiting to visit,
wrapped in strange poetic smells–
a wintry sun
I.62
palpitating
in the depths of my being–
memory evades