Poem
Kiji Kutani
Alien Night
The smell of my own sweatemerges from the nightshirt folds
with the scent of a stranger,
brushes against my skin like a bar of moist soap
and flees forward the dark ceiling:
memories of weight.
“Remember the rabbits
you left behind in this room
on the morning of the sixth day
after landing here on Earth?
They’re still jostling
in good shape
in the ark-shaped tank.”
Face pressed into the pillow,
I murmur the words
as if someone were there.
I’m turning half alien:
to my eyes now,
even the night sky out the window
is as dazzling
as the midwinter sun.
Beyond the tremulous mists
of drowsiness,
I witness
the timorous quaking
of a tiny bell
in the recesses of my desk drawer,
set off perhaps by the approach of a UFO.
Wrapped snugly
in a blanket
I fold myself over,
grasp my ankles,
and just like that,
my preparations for liftoff from Earth
are done. If only
I’d been born
in a world
like that . . .
The final remnants of
memories of weight
float up, as light as
the exhalations of water grasses,
and dissolve in the grain of the wood ceiling.
When morning comes round again
I’ll stand and face them
with my grilled-fish eyes
as they scurry
beneath the delicate rays of the sun.
© Translation: 2005, Juliet Winters Carpenter
From: Day and Night
Publisher: Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi, 2005
From: Day and Night
Publisher: Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi, 2005
ALIEN NIGHT
© 2003, Kiji Kutani
From: Hirumo Yorumo
Publisher: midnight press, Tokyo
From: Hirumo Yorumo
Publisher: midnight press, Tokyo
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Alien Night
The smell of my own sweatemerges from the nightshirt folds
with the scent of a stranger,
brushes against my skin like a bar of moist soap
and flees forward the dark ceiling:
memories of weight.
“Remember the rabbits
you left behind in this room
on the morning of the sixth day
after landing here on Earth?
They’re still jostling
in good shape
in the ark-shaped tank.”
Face pressed into the pillow,
I murmur the words
as if someone were there.
I’m turning half alien:
to my eyes now,
even the night sky out the window
is as dazzling
as the midwinter sun.
Beyond the tremulous mists
of drowsiness,
I witness
the timorous quaking
of a tiny bell
in the recesses of my desk drawer,
set off perhaps by the approach of a UFO.
Wrapped snugly
in a blanket
I fold myself over,
grasp my ankles,
and just like that,
my preparations for liftoff from Earth
are done. If only
I’d been born
in a world
like that . . .
The final remnants of
memories of weight
float up, as light as
the exhalations of water grasses,
and dissolve in the grain of the wood ceiling.
When morning comes round again
I’ll stand and face them
with my grilled-fish eyes
as they scurry
beneath the delicate rays of the sun.
© 2005, Juliet Winters Carpenter
From: Day and Night
Publisher: 2005, Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi
From: Day and Night
Publisher: 2005, Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi
Alien Night
The smell of my own sweatemerges from the nightshirt folds
with the scent of a stranger,
brushes against my skin like a bar of moist soap
and flees forward the dark ceiling:
memories of weight.
“Remember the rabbits
you left behind in this room
on the morning of the sixth day
after landing here on Earth?
They’re still jostling
in good shape
in the ark-shaped tank.”
Face pressed into the pillow,
I murmur the words
as if someone were there.
I’m turning half alien:
to my eyes now,
even the night sky out the window
is as dazzling
as the midwinter sun.
Beyond the tremulous mists
of drowsiness,
I witness
the timorous quaking
of a tiny bell
in the recesses of my desk drawer,
set off perhaps by the approach of a UFO.
Wrapped snugly
in a blanket
I fold myself over,
grasp my ankles,
and just like that,
my preparations for liftoff from Earth
are done. If only
I’d been born
in a world
like that . . .
The final remnants of
memories of weight
float up, as light as
the exhalations of water grasses,
and dissolve in the grain of the wood ceiling.
When morning comes round again
I’ll stand and face them
with my grilled-fish eyes
as they scurry
beneath the delicate rays of the sun.
© 2005, Juliet Winters Carpenter
From: Day and Night
Publisher: 2005, Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi
From: Day and Night
Publisher: 2005, Yamaguchi City, Yamaguchi
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