Joan Didion had her dam
And the humanless future
She wrote of seeing in it.
Brian Dillon had,
In turn, his Joan Didion,
And now I have my Dillon.
It used to bug me
When apparently simple,
Transparently translated
Haiku came with stern footnotes
Warning of lost subtleties,
All those profound allusions
English evaporated.
Nothing is without a soul.
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