Poem
Kazue Shinkawa
The Pullover Shirt
No matter what I say,this child takes off something
along with his shirt.
Again he’s fallen asleep
without putting on pyjamas, naked.
Tucking him in,
I carefully look at him:
Is this my child?
I pick up his shirt.
Again I look into his sleeping face.
Is this my child?
No, I don’t, I don’t know
the child sleeping here:
a tree that has fallen,
a star that has dropped,
a boat that has lost its shore.
© Translation: 1999, Hiroaki Sato
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA, 1999
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA, 1999
THE PULLOVER SHIRT
© 1974, Kazue Shinkawa
From: Tsuchi eno Ode
Publisher: Sanrio Publishing, Tokyo
From: Tsuchi eno Ode
Publisher: Sanrio Publishing, Tokyo
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The Pullover Shirt
No matter what I say,this child takes off something
along with his shirt.
Again he’s fallen asleep
without putting on pyjamas, naked.
Tucking him in,
I carefully look at him:
Is this my child?
I pick up his shirt.
Again I look into his sleeping face.
Is this my child?
No, I don’t, I don’t know
the child sleeping here:
a tree that has fallen,
a star that has dropped,
a boat that has lost its shore.
© 1999, Hiroaki Sato
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: 1999, P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: 1999, P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA
The Pullover Shirt
No matter what I say,this child takes off something
along with his shirt.
Again he’s fallen asleep
without putting on pyjamas, naked.
Tucking him in,
I carefully look at him:
Is this my child?
I pick up his shirt.
Again I look into his sleeping face.
Is this my child?
No, I don’t, I don’t know
the child sleeping here:
a tree that has fallen,
a star that has dropped,
a boat that has lost its shore.
© 1999, Hiroaki Sato
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: 1999, P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA
From: Not a Metaphor
Publisher: 1999, P.S., A Press, Middletown Springs, VT, USA
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