Paideuma means "a people's whole congeries of patterned energies from the ideas down to the things they know in their bones."* He attempts to objectively see the world as it really is. His poems allow us a glimpse of a frozen moment in a period of flux.
Hugh Kenner, The Pound Era, Berkley, Calif., 1971, p. 507.
My own attempt to write a Haiku to Philip Whalen:
9AM Pacific University
Lumber Truck Braking,
One Morning at Pacific.
I'm Sleep walking.