Haikus from The Awakening and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

From a book categorized as Fiction / Classics and 200 pages follows a description and a number of hidden haikus found in the book:

The Awakening, originally titled A Solitary Soul, is a novel by Kate Chopin, first published in 1899. Set in New Orleans and the Southern Louisiana coast at the end of the nineteenth century, the plot centers on Edna Pontellier and her struggle to reconcile her increasingly unorthodox views on femininity and motherhood with the prevailing social attitudes of the turn-of-the-century South. It is one of the earliest American novels that focuses on women's issues without condescension. It is also widely seen as a landmark work of early feminism, generating mixed reaction from contemporary readers and criticism.

The novel's blend of realistic narrative, incisive social commentary, and psychological complexity makes The Awakening a precursor of American modernist literature; it prefigures the works of American novelists such as William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway and echoes the works of contemporaries such as Edith Wharton and Henry James. It can also be considered among the first Southern works in a tradition that would culminate with the modern masterpieces of Faulkner, Flannery O'Connor, Eudora Welty, Katherine Anne Porter, and Tennessee Williams.

The Awakening

Beyond The Bayou

Ma'ame Pelagie

Desiree's Baby

A Respectable Woman

The Kiss

A Pair Of Silk Stockings

The Locket

A Reflection

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Even as a child
she had lived her own small life
all within herself.

It was not the first
time she had heard an artist
at the piano.

Mademoiselle Reisz
perceived her agitation
and even her tears.

Most of the people
at that early hour were still
in bed and asleep.

Do you think it worth
while to take it up again
and study some more?

"Have you answered it?"
"No." "Let me see the letter."
"No, and again, no."

The children's little
dog came out, interfering,
getting in her way.

The wine tasted good;
the marron glace seemed to be
just what she wanted.

It was usually
at her home, whither he had
sought her out at once.

She drew on her gloves,
and Robert picked up his hat.
"Won't you wait for her?"

said Robert, rising
from the obscurity. "Oh!
Lebrun. To be sure!