Saturday 19 November 2011

poetic fragments 33




Hide-and-seek


Still remains in the room
Still, in the room,
Your breath.

Water to be filled,
Glass to be solidified.

I look for you
Only outside time.

Facing a burning tree,
An old man’s swallowing
His screams.

And thus
La matinée musicale has come
To the giraffe’s neck.





Thursday 2 June 2011

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A hidden being
                 
                                         For Akira Shimizu, a poet




His voices
Still remain
In my room.

So fragile,
Are his words.
So unusual,
Is his silence.

He’s now
Outside language,
Namely the world.

A death, a hidden being.





Saturday 7 May 2011

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the night sun


the concert hall:
all doors opened
all windows opened
under the night sun.

among non-being
ears to hear
the earth on the strings
the universe on the keyboards.

that time, that space,
and that love remain
under the night sun.





Sunday 1 May 2011

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night flower



two glasses:
two circles of light
at these bottoms
night begins

summer

Thursday 28 April 2011

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anyway




spring rain.
pattern poetry
on the bus window.

it's far sound,
far people,
and far memories

rain's falling
into the past.

memories
always outside me.

Tuesday 26 April 2011

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invisible fire



boys running around.
women talking about
the blossoms.

feel breeze by the finger.

and then
colorless
cherry blossoms
in my mind.

the pale blue
in your eyes.
the pale fire
in the land.

Saturday 23 April 2011

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(photo) cherry blossoms in a park








the night sun

for three excellent artists



the concert hall:
all doors opened
all windows opened
under the night sun.

among non-beings
ears to hear
the earth on the strings
the space on the keyboards.

logics beyond logics
under the night sun.




※One day in April, three great artists came to Japan from Russia to encourage us. Their names are Gidon Kremer, Valery Afanassiev,and Giedre Dirvanauskaite. They played Bach, Brahms, Shostatovich, and Schnittke for not only us but also the dead. I thought their music sounded so deeply that it could definitely reach the other world.  I dedicated a poem to three, our dead people, and our dying people.

Monday 17 January 2011

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Bench





The sunny bench
Next a dispenser
Where the homeless man lives.

Sunshine
Moonlight.
He knows well
We are meaningless like them.

He sees to see,
Hears to hear,
Touches to touch,
The world.

He lives to live.
He dies to die.

He left the bench,
Newspaper in the sunlight.















Monday 10 January 2011

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love




the birth:
the sea resides
in you.

the death:
the sea leaves
you.

Saturday 1 January 2011

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Someday





The Orion
In the new year's sky.

We are a noisy question.

Life: the great exception
In the universe.

The difference
Between life and nonlife,
nameless flowers know.


The Orion remains,
we go someday
Into the long-forgotten silence.