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Haiku are an ancient form of Japanese poetry that have recently become popular in English. By analysing the articles the Financial Times publishes every day with a computer programme, we have unearthed some accidental but powerful haiku.
The poems follow the form and style of a traditional Japanese haiku — typically a three-line observation about a fleeting moment involving nature with 17 syllables arranged in a 5–7–5 pattern.
There are a surprising number of these poetic forms buried inside the hundreds of articles the FT publishes every day, from stories as diverse as the columns of Martin Wolf to the impeachment of Dilma Rousseff.
Over the coming weeks we will share these haikus on FT.com and social media. We will also be encouraging readers to share their feedback.
The financial reserve vs real-world inventory discrepancy. By Izabella Kaminska.
is an opportunity
cost for the system
Watchdog urged to review P2P protection. Andrew Tyrie worries whether FCA is ‘paying due attention to the risks’. By Emma Dunkley.
That would make the worst
bankers look like absolute
Legions of greying Brexit voters find risks easier to confront. Voters in Christchurch do not fear UK’s exit because they can remember life before the EU. By Joshua Chaffin.
Closure of some bus
routes and the merger of two
Tory infighting leaves UK voters cold. The referendum debate has made some MPs mutinous but the electorate simply does not care. By Janan Ganesh.
MP told The Sunday Times
that he longs to stab
LatAm Viva: Thelma & Louise hit the tropics. By Andres Schipani.
Desperate in their search
for basic goods on barren
The boy who escaped Trump country. ‘The Donald’ received his highest share of the vote in Buchanan County, a place of shuttered mines and collapsing property prices. By Edward Luce.
People are clinging
to a way of life that has
crippled them often
Inside story on Chelsea Flower Show: best of the Great Pavilion. While the designers’ show gardens attract all the headlines, the real floral highlights can be found indoors. By Robin Lane Fox.
For a purple rose
with a hint of blue whose name
she had forgotten
For more FT haiku go to ft.com/hiddenhaiku