by Billy Collins
Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.
It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.
I walk through the house reciting it
and leave its letters falling
through the air of every room.
I stand by the big silence of the piano and say it.
I say it in front of a painting of the sea.
I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.
I listen to myself saying it,
then I say it without listening,
then I hear it without saying it.
And when the dog looks up at me,
I kneel down on the floor
and whisper it into each of his long white ears.
It's the one about the one-ton temple bell
with the moth sleeping on its surface,
and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating
pressure of the moth
on the surface of the iron bell.
When I say it at the window,
the bell is the world
and I am the moth resting there.
When I say it at the mirror,
I am the heavy bell
and the moth is life with its papery wings.
And later, when I say it to you in the dark,
you are the bell,
and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,
and the moth has flown
from its line
and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.
Of course, the haiku that Collins refers to is actually about a butterfly, not a moth. Here’s the original Buson poem (kochō is apparently old classical Chinese for chōchō, which is butterfly, and has never been moth):
tsurigane ni tomarite nemuru kochō kana
For a discussion of the differences between kochō and chōchō, visit http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100302131048AAWgMPG. In May of 2004, after he gave a reading at the Skagit River Poetry Festival, I asked Collins about this issue and he insisted the original haiku is about a moth, but I’ve yet to find any Japanese–English dictionary, let alone any reliable translation of this haiku, that agrees with him. They all say butterfly. Despite the error, Collins’ poem is probably better with “moth,” as I suspect that “butterfly” might strike some readers as too precious. For a fuller discussion of the moth/butterfly issue, read Don Wentworth’s 12 February 2009 blog entry on “Issa’s Untidy Hut,” which reveals the likely source of Collins’ error, which Charles Trumbull suggests was a poetry textbook by X. J. Kennedy that contained work by Collins as well as the haiku in question, inexplicably describing a moth rather than a butterfly. Whatever the case, this is still a favourite poem by Collins!