This book has landed on my list of all time favorites.
Some of you might recognize the name Richard Wright from such classics as: Native Son, The Outsider, and Black Boy.
Mr. Wright's haiku is not the best I've ever read, but when you pair it with his history and take it in context, it is by far some of the most powerful.
Here are a few examples:
I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
In the falling snow
A laughing boy holds out his palms
Until they are white.
As though for always,
Each petal lit by the sun, -
A falling petal
Strikes one floating on a pond,
And they both sink.
The consumptive man,
Who lives in the room next door,
Did not cough today.