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Michio Mado
Fingers
Every time I look at my handswith my fingers open on my lap
I am moved
Tiny fingers are
pulsating
as if they were petals
of the flowers
that bloomed in me
They look proud
They look happy
snuggling with each other
As if they had never been forced to do
anything mean
anything despicable
by me
© Translation: 1999, Takako Lento
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey, 1999
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey, 1999
FINGERS
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
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FINGERS
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Fingers
Every time I look at my handswith my fingers open on my lap
I am moved
Tiny fingers are
pulsating
as if they were petals
of the flowers
that bloomed in me
They look proud
They look happy
snuggling with each other
As if they had never been forced to do
anything mean
anything despicable
by me
© 1999, Takako Lento
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: 1999, The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: 1999, The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
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