I have this feeling that Emily Dickinson is as close as American poetry (perhaps evein poetry of the Western World) comes to approximating haiku or other, less stringent forms of Asian poetry. It is lyrical, concise, poignant, and reflects the seemingly minor aspects of life and love, yet finds a loftiness that is ahrd to duplicate. One of my favroites is below:
YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.