The Sea Under My Palm (掌の下の海)
The Sea Under My Palm (掌の下の海) ー From the poetry collection of 17-year-old Tadami Yamada, 1962 ー by Tadami Yamada The sea being in commotion Under my palm, the burning sea Feeling alluring mysterious dark smells O I'll try to penetrate my finger fertility Which keeps remote ages secret still now! Waves roll on a creek where my finger is standing on As if it seems to be angered, or to grieve Also to fly in the air O pale face of the sea! 'cause it's that both rejoicing & distress are so deep Black algae on the shore! Don't become in brown like repentance Must be a function as tender bedclothes As the sea is the symbol of my love Dyeing loneliness on my palm, let me go! To scatter the fertile field with seeds of hope The sea! Be well-pleased ...