The Poetry of Tadami Yamada (English edit.-1)

A Spring's Night


The star-filled skies rushed greet to me

Virgo-cluster, Eta-carina, in the April night.

Gentle breeze made leaves to twinkle bright

With familiar smells of spring in the lee.

I strolled there hearing a nightingale to cheep

O beautiful night; it's a waste of time to sleep


Virgo that is the star revives spirits of all

Eta-carina containes all disasters of people

To look up at the stars I stood beside a peepul

"A happy happy night"; the bird came at my call

Again I strolled there raising my head with hope

O beautiful life, I'll sing songs within my scope


                                                (Apr. 9, 2009)



Dandelion


Such a blue sky is spreadin' o'er me

With open arms I'll go to meet thee

Dandelions are in bloom there and here

I picked and sowed the seeds last year

Murmurin' "Nothin' comes of nothin'"


Many such golds are brightenin' up me

Like the stars I kissed thee under those

Embracin' closely and fallin' on my knees

Oh! I remember thee dyin' thy cheeks rose

Although it's memory which passed away


It's been long long time since thou left me

But now I'm going to accept thy return with smile

I aged, and probably, thou also grew old

Let's see dandelion's downy seeds dancin' in the wind

It'll seem that dreams of our youth had scattered


                                                  (Apr. 11, 2010)




As I Wind My Way Thru Tear Stream


As I wind my way thru tear stream,

Like murmur of brook it reminds me,

The days with you in a sweat dream,

Being and cooing each on your knee,


In those days very inexperience we're,

Although love but we didn't regard it,

Being in primitive forest without fear,

Being filled with hope, living own wit,


Fortunate until it arrived at the way,

Which separated to two forks then,

And laughing we chose different way,

True life of each was beyond our ken,


I parted from you never to meet again,

So long, I now wind my way with a pain


                                                (2008)



I Laugh


Laughter comes up.

It's jest.

Something.

In the cheesy surface

Will I be sucked in? !!

That childish

The play-like setting

In the door? !!


Laughter comes up.

It's jest.

What did I see?

Penetrate the mud ceiling

Will it fall upside down? !!

That empty

Dried ant-lion's hell

In the hole? !!


Laughter comes up.

It's jest.

I was born.

With a short life

Upside down in this world? !!

On the back of a fallen angel

Fake wings are pasted

In an illusion trap? !!


I laugh

Laugh at me

Spread under the surface

Limbs that do not touch existence


                                                  (2021)



Don't Ask

Don't ask

Don't ask

Don't ask


Okay, I won't ask


Don't task

Don't task

Don't task


Okay, I won't task


Don't mask

Don't mask

Don't mask


Okay, I won't mask


Don't rasp

Don't rasp

Don't rasp


Okay, I won't rasp


Don't gasp

Don't gasp

Don't gasp


Okay, I won't gasp


Don't ask

Don't ask

Don't ask


Okay, love is past


                                                  (Oct. 19, 2008)



The X-ray Photo of My Hand


Recently my left hand was injured a little bit

Nothing serious, but I'd a doc to make sure of it

The doctor said, " You ought to have a X-ray taken

For a possibility heavier than it looks, plain-spoken"


The X-ray photograph of my hand I saw first time

O what I say? as a painting artist, as a god's mime

Thinking the fruits in hand to be lost under the knife

White bones in black, the image of death and life!


My hand on photo was as if it showed adumbration

Like a ghost that suddenly appeared in dark ocean

Or also like a raft steering through the rough seas

White bones were constructed in closely; no disease


The white raft of bones drifting about dreamlands

Surely returned to "canvas" to check the life's sands

Countless drift any longer, panting under heavy load

Sometimes I felt like crying, or finding life's road


Or I imagined woods of bones in the dark of flesh

That would be remained after my body would perish

Then the situation of between life and death reverse

Life's sustained by own internal death from the birth


I came to the principal of nature, the truth of cosmos

O yes! Cosmos, there was not any antagonism of animus

The doctor said,"Let's cure patiently". I cought my breath

I'll go on to work picture in the valley of life-and-death


                                                  (May 13, 2009)





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