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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.

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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.

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night flower



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

summer

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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love




the birth:
the sea resides
in you.

the death:
the sea leaves
you.

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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.

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Two breads

On the table.

One is round,

The other is cubic.

I’ve just eaten.

They become me.

I’m round and cubic.

The moon

Over the wheat field

Also into me.

I take a walk

By Mare Tranquillitatis,

Being round and cubic.

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Going mad

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　For D.H

You’ve vanished in your bed.

Blue and blue

Were your words.

You rejected

Sanity and insanity.

You were suspicious of

Every certain proposition.

So profound

Were your eyes.

So brilliant

Were your jokes.

You never acted.

You're invisible.

You’re me.

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Late life

You’re made

Out of memories.

Smiling on the bed,

Crying on the bed,

Getting angry on the bed.

You’re in the country

Without memories.

You’re nowhere.

You grow older

In the land

Without time.

You’re everywhere.

You ’re made

Out of memories.

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Answer

On the still stone path

In rainy winter Bern

I forget myself.

Before the bronze snake

In eternal winter sleep

I forget myself.

I am an answer

To someone

Who had lived

On the ground.

An insane answer.

An insomnia answer.

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The smell

Of fire

In the winter nights.

The street trees

Burn without fire.

My lost key

Becomes

Colder and colder.

Eternity;

Fear

I have.

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A song

Sings us.

It

Finishes.

And we

Vanish.

Silence

Survives silence.

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Remain

Waiting for something

Is loving it.

And it necessarily goes.

December rain

Falling in my memory.

I have no umbrella.

I leave,

Memories remain.

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Sky

A clock

On the wall.

2:00 am.

He was a boy

Who dreamed of

The blue sky.

Lost stars.

Lost people.

He meets them

in his dream.

Despair

Resembles

The deep blue sky.

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Return

Water

Always returns

To the origin.

The origin

Of you.

I think I know

It’s untouchable snow.

A shadow bird

In your eyes.

It returns in winter

To the place where

The mountain and the river meet.

Language

Always returns

To the silence.

I’m just a wrong language.

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Someday

Rain to snow.

Death to Earth.

Human to the sea.

Whales never fail

To swim.

But we sometimes

Fail to even take a walk.

Rain

Which reminds me

Of my death to the sea.

Rain’s falling

Inside of me.

Winter rainy day

Is the day

When I wear the back.

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Silence

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only human beings

Are nosy.

Sometimes

We look for silence

In our words.

Death

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only life

Has colors.

So we sometimes

Wear the black.

Madness

That is universal

In the galaxy.

Only sense

Makes societies.

So we sometimes

Kill our neighbor.