Poem
Chimako Tada
DEAD SUN
Spilling twinkling droplets of lightThe child crawls upward
Into a world still free of furrows
He somersaults forward
The hourglass turns over
And a new era begins
He picks up stars to skip like stones
Ancient fish flap their fins and laugh
Splashing the feet of the gods
*
In due time the child grows tall
His memory grows heavy
The world becomes full of his footprints
And with a yawn
The child leaves for somewhere unknown
With the sun still stuck, dead, in his pocket
© Translation: 2010, Jeffrey Angles
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA, 2010
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA, 2010
DEAD SUN
© 1964, Chimako Tada
From: Bara Uchū (The Universe of the Rose)
Publisher: Shōshinsha, Tokyo
From: Bara Uchū (The Universe of the Rose)
Publisher: Shōshinsha, Tokyo
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DEAD SUN
Spilling twinkling droplets of lightThe child crawls upward
Into a world still free of furrows
He somersaults forward
The hourglass turns over
And a new era begins
He picks up stars to skip like stones
Ancient fish flap their fins and laugh
Splashing the feet of the gods
*
In due time the child grows tall
His memory grows heavy
The world becomes full of his footprints
And with a yawn
The child leaves for somewhere unknown
With the sun still stuck, dead, in his pocket
© 2010, Jeffrey Angles
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: 2010, University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: 2010, University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA
DEAD SUN
Spilling twinkling droplets of lightThe child crawls upward
Into a world still free of furrows
He somersaults forward
The hourglass turns over
And a new era begins
He picks up stars to skip like stones
Ancient fish flap their fins and laugh
Splashing the feet of the gods
*
In due time the child grows tall
His memory grows heavy
The world becomes full of his footprints
And with a yawn
The child leaves for somewhere unknown
With the sun still stuck, dead, in his pocket
© 2010, Jeffrey Angles
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: 2010, University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA
From: Forest of Eyes: Selected Poetry of Tada Chimako
Publisher: 2010, University of California Press, Berkeley, California, USA
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