Sunday, April 17 is International Haiku Day. Yes, the name implies it all: Enthusiasts from around the world gather to write, read, or otherwise share haiku. This year, we’ve brought the celebration to Choate by asking students and faculty to contribute haiku about anything and everything. Here’s the first (and final?) compilation of Choate haiku:
A gust came and I
Laughed with joy, only to get
A mouthful of sea.
– Olivia van den Born ’17
I confess. I’ve killed
A plant or two. Red handed,
Green thumbs in progress.
– Ms. Grace McGee
Blue bird in the sky
Lovely like a summer storm
Creeps past my window.
– Issy Hnat ’16
Afraid of myself
Falling — deep, deep into you
God can’t pull me back
– Sydney Jones ’17
Nine espresso shots
Panda Garden, four a.m.
Nihilism, tears
– Rachel Hird ’17
And the youth chanted
Hark, establishment fathers
May you feel the BERN
– Alex Rupp-Coppi ’16
Thoughts etching caverns
Filled with whispered promises
Of new tomorrows
– Lauren Dorsey ’18
Our masks are ancient
Masterpieces: grandiose
Yet falling apart.
– Haley Chang ’18
Who took my ice cream?
It’s all that makes me happy.
Hope: gone for tonight.
– Lauren Lamb ’17
My dad’s forehead is
Way brighter than your future
Now how sad is that?
– Katherine Chae ’18
Each morning I wake
Anticipating my class
Students make me smile
– Ms. Amy Salot
You’ve been on my mind.
I have thought of you a lot.
You’re heavy. Get off.
– Alan Luo ’18
What we think we know
We really want, but not need
Like dew on a branch
– Mr. Jim Davidson
Rubik’s cube not done.
Manipulating faces.
Perfect symmetry.
– Dr. Matthew Bardoe
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This is not a haiku.
– Norman Peng ’17
It’s Tuesday practice
Too tired for anything
Varsity napping
– Girls’ Cross Country Team
Donald Duck is my
Only source of joy in this
Depraved, empty life.
– Sabrina Xie ’17
I can’t write haikus.
I don’t know which words to use.
Illuminati.
– Patrick Kage ’16
Leisurely reading
On a cloudy afternoon
Listening to rain
– Ms. Kate Slavinski
Haiku’s not my thing.
I just don’t really get them.
Wait, that was easy.
– Sam Markowitz ’17
You wake up at night
Cold and disoriented
You go back to sleep
– Kristen Andonie ’17
Non vult orare,
Sed si diu laborem
Noctu dormiam
– Ethan Della Rocca ’16
What poet am I
Who lacks a voice of beauty?
I’ll just stick to prose.
– Ian Wolterstorff ’17
No news to edit,
I have too much free time and
Not enough to do
– Eduard Muñoz-Suñé ’16
Nothing says it’s spring
Like discs flying in the air
Ultimate fris-bae
– Noah Hastings ’15
Gentle force ’neath Hill.
How great was Land Before Time?
I say ten wild boars!
– Courtney Pal ’14
