Poem
Toshio Nakae
SOUNDS
Softly things turn around.
At this, “Who is it?”, a word asks
and, having raised both hands,
runs away into near darkness.
In that instant
the world of both of us becomes blurred.
We touch heart to heart
and, saying unawares,
“What shall we do?”,
timidly laugh.
© Translation: 2007, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura
SOUNDS
© 1952, Toshio Nakae
From: Sakana no nakano jikan (Time within a Fish)
Publisher: Daiichi Bungei Sha, Kyoto
From: Sakana no nakano jikan (Time within a Fish)
Publisher: Daiichi Bungei Sha, Kyoto
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SOUNDS
Softly things turn around.
At this, “Who is it?”, a word asks
and, having raised both hands,
runs away into near darkness.
In that instant
the world of both of us becomes blurred.
We touch heart to heart
and, saying unawares,
“What shall we do?”,
timidly laugh.
© 2007, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura
From: Sakana no nakano jikan (Time within a Fish)
From: Sakana no nakano jikan (Time within a Fish)
SOUNDS
Softly things turn around.
At this, “Who is it?”, a word asks
and, having raised both hands,
runs away into near darkness.
In that instant
the world of both of us becomes blurred.
We touch heart to heart
and, saying unawares,
“What shall we do?”,
timidly laugh.
© 2007, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura
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