genHaikusBaseline.txt

One more winter trees, Faint sounds of sparrows Fall strangely silent. So cold lake 

In the gleaming beach. A freezing morning: I could not See it is. 

In a wet tree trunk. With one empty whiskey bottle, A sky so clear 

An autumn rain Trying to die. With one empty seashore: Taking a bed of 

From out of spring: The first day of the magnolias To the wind. From 

Leaving its nest, The cold and the hum of sawdust, A peach tree limb. 

The snowball I took it from a green grass In the woods, A spring rain 

The sudden thunder Startles the evening sun. Across the New Year! The long 

The sunflower's long shadow Hovers in the dawn spring stars grow bright circus tents have 

Crying and the magnolias To hang up an old wood Grow so fast To ripple 

Why did this autumn rain Trying to it. In a distant summer with snow 

A stranger enters a lilac sprig Dangling from tree leaves are visiting A red embers. 

On winter stands outside My dirty window pane. Sparrow's excrement Becomes quickly powdery On 

What was happening? From the wind To hang up an old wood door. 

Heaps of spring wind! Standing in a pine tree. While crows are still 

The servant wears her doll, – A horse shifts his lonely caw Behind in the 

Like a light spring dawn stars grow bright again And cools red embers. In 

On winter sun. One magnolia Landed upon a heavy fall of black boy's head. 

In the woods, A silent train. No birds are white. Make up his 

The cold and so clear That the spring wood: A spring breeze. For seven 

As the hum of an empty whiskey bottle, A flood of summer moonlight Gleams upon 

A pretty princess... A dead man's room. Coming from tree Jumps over a 

Make up toy soldiers For the fields, Making them smaller. Across an old woman 

The green fields look carefully At hog-killing time. Sleety rain An indented white butterfly. 

An apple blossom Trembling on a cat At familiar streets. At hog-killing time. 

You moths must leave now; I am paying rent For six dark still pines, Not 

Burning out his wagon, snow A silent train. The scarecrow's big lake in the 

Standing in the wind. From my way In a spring wood Grow so clear 

An elephant trumpeting Waves on a gigantic oak tree Jumps over the sky. The 

At an old wood Grow so fast To drying grasses Finds a few strands of 

Sleety rain Searching into drying raindrops. A steady spring moon, So cold lake water, 

A rat rears in the table cloth, Ants are flying; The big light And shakes 

An empty sickbed: An indented white window sill Lacy tracks of soap and so silent 

Heaps of flies Fills the right. I do not want to my name away. 

Amid the fields, Making them smaller. Like a fishhook, The dog's violent sneeze Fails 

Why did this autumn rain An indented white pillow In the ice box, A wounded 

The candle shows faint markings Of the dawn stars grow bright again And stares at 

An apple blossom Trembling on a long summer rainstorm Drenches chickens in the fog Was 

On a skinny scarecrow In a breath of ship smoke. As the ship smoke. 

Crying and damp feet Feel as stone, An autumn rain Trying to fall. A 

In my anger ebbs, The first drops of bees. From the mountain. With 

From the moonlight Gleams upon a big sleeves Advertising in the popcorn man Is being 

You moths must leave now; I do not want to sleep. The creeping snail; 

I threw Was caught in the steeple. Burning out grains of snow begins shyly 

On coffin flowers. The whole world looks different this block, Then opens its wings. 

Heaps of blood. Around the falling snow begins shyly With one empty whiskey bottle, 

On this spring wind Into the wall. On a blacksmith's forge, And going to 

Tossing all day long, The big lake in the barbs of geese Passing a heavy 

In the evening Is full of snow From another town. Droning autumn morning. 

In an old wood door. A peach tree leaves are seeing Into a tangy 

Like a white butterfly. Across an absent mouse. A dead fly On winter 

Around the roof of blood. The green cockleburs Caught in a cat seeks out 

One more winter sun. The big sleeves Advertising in spring moon is nudging A 

The first day long, The scarecrow's old woodshed The sun has a handkerchief. With 

While plucking the roses. While plucking the table cloth, Ants are cawing, Poppies are 

A wounded sparrow Leaves on blue water. In this tiny pond The servant wears 

As the weight of a village And cools red tomatoes! In a net of 

I keep pounding an old hat Was but a white pillow In an autumn night. 

While she undresses, A cloud of stars. At hog-killing time. In a silent 

A kitten's paw is flicking At hog-killing time. In the dusty woods. On 

In this tiny pond The dog's violent sneeze Fails to my skin On coffin flowers. 

In the fog Was flung by a lost doll. The summer field Goes a 

The snowball I cannot find A rat rears in my skin On this midnight, Frightening 

Leaving the earth, All decorated with a kitchen stove, Tasting applesauce. Creamy plum blossoms: 

On coffin flowers. The sudden thunder Startles a green melon splits open And stares 

One more winter trees, Faint sounds of geese Passing a telegram On my crows are 

A cat's dead man's room. The baby's hiccough Dies down this autumn sun goes 

As my window. A valley village Lies in the crowded movie house, And shakes 

The magpies are dissecting A stranger enters a distant as distant as distant as distant 

Little boys tossing Stones at a snowy field. On sizzling pavements. In my 

This autumn wind Into a pine tree To make you mind, Snail! A stiff 

My cold room And the day. High above the evening Is driving the evening 

In an empty sky so long points of icicles Are still open. The sunlit 

At a pine tree In a tub of the grip of fur From another town. 

The baby's hiccough Dies down and crying, Melodious strings of black cherries Glittering with snow 

A cigarette glows Without my anger ebbs, The tulip stoops and you feel a cat 

No birds are dragging a light And cools red embers. With a fishhook, The 

The tulip stoops and you will find A tolling church bell: A peg-legged man Stumps 

Around the moon touches her lips Larger than they are dissecting A steady spring rain 

Sitting in water. In an old woodshed The bright circus tents have lost my 

As my town at dawn. I threw Was flung by a distant as stone, 

An empty whiskey bottle, A stranger enters a guilty scarecrow In a telegram On sizzling 

A lakeshore circus: An empty seashore: Taking a button? My shadow Hovers in the 

Amidst the ice box, A small spring moon at night, I swam as the garden, 

Empty autumn morning. All my way In a spring light. I took it 

A leaf chases wind Into a blacksmith's forge, And passes on the roses. Around 

At a barb of an old woman Stands over the sand Of a wet tree 

Why did this midnight, Frightening the spring sky And the woods, A horse shifts his 

The sudden thunder Startles the broomstick handle. The baby's hiccough Dies down this spring 

For the New Year! An apple blossom Trembling on a little girl spanks her 

The summer sun, Each tree limb. An autumn morning. In this rented room 

So cold stars. A kitten's paw is ticking In the cherry tree To hang 

I feel a pine tree trunk, A cloud of spring rain Searching into drying grasses 

A pretty princess... Sitting in spring sea. As the snowflakes A limping sparrow 

My cigarette glows Without my anger ebbs, The baby's hiccough Dies down this block, Then 

A departing train. The whole world looks different this block, Then opens its time, 

From my window. The crow opens its nest, The blindman stumbles, Pauses, then walks 

A feather On his back. What was sad When we came to rouse a 

In the cherry tree limb. So yellow and the moon at dawn. In 

Like a dead mouse floating Atop a blacksmith's forge, And creates a silent when I