Poem
Jun Yamamura
Suwa-yama Kinsei-dai (Venus Lookout)
It was autumn up on the hill.There was a building with a medieval look,
yellowish evening air
swaying above the weeds.
Around here
was once a zoo.
Tigers and lions
used to live in the cages.
One night, in an unexpected air raid,
the tigers and the lions
vanished
along with the citizens of the Empire.
But wait.
Has despicable
glory and hatred
been burned
to nothing?
Today, around here
among the concrete rubble
is the smell of animals.
It smells of
the Nazis and the Kaiser, too.
Behind the hill
is a town in which
people and cars are jostling one another and
falling into the harbor, to the sea,
while the seasons
just change silently
from autumn
to winter.
© Translation: 2017, Jun Yamamura
諏訪山金星台
諏訪山金星台
丘の上は 秋であったそこには 中世紀風の建物があり
黄ばんだ夕暮の大気が
雑草の上を ゆれていた
このあたり
昔は 動物園があり
虎や ライオンが
鉄柵のなかに 生きていた
一夜 突如として空襲
虎や ライオンは
帝国臣民とともに
姿を 消した
しかし
けいべつすべき
栄光と 憎悪は
焼きつくされて
しまったのか
今日 このあたり
コンクリートの残骸のなかに
動物のにおいがする
ナチや カイザーの
臭いもする
丘のむこうに
町があって
人や 車が ひしめきあって
港へ 海へと 落ちていくが
季節は しずかに
秋から
冬へと
移行する
© 1965, Jun Yamamura
From: 枠(The Frame)
Publisher: Daiichi Bungeisha, Tokyo
From: 枠(The Frame)
Publisher: Daiichi Bungeisha, Tokyo
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Suwa-yama Kinsei-dai (Venus Lookout)
It was autumn up on the hill.There was a building with a medieval look,
yellowish evening air
swaying above the weeds.
Around here
was once a zoo.
Tigers and lions
used to live in the cages.
One night, in an unexpected air raid,
the tigers and the lions
vanished
along with the citizens of the Empire.
But wait.
Has despicable
glory and hatred
been burned
to nothing?
Today, around here
among the concrete rubble
is the smell of animals.
It smells of
the Nazis and the Kaiser, too.
Behind the hill
is a town in which
people and cars are jostling one another and
falling into the harbor, to the sea,
while the seasons
just change silently
from autumn
to winter.
© 2017, Jun Yamamura
From: 枠(The Frame)
From: 枠(The Frame)
Suwa-yama Kinsei-dai (Venus Lookout)
It was autumn up on the hill.There was a building with a medieval look,
yellowish evening air
swaying above the weeds.
Around here
was once a zoo.
Tigers and lions
used to live in the cages.
One night, in an unexpected air raid,
the tigers and the lions
vanished
along with the citizens of the Empire.
But wait.
Has despicable
glory and hatred
been burned
to nothing?
Today, around here
among the concrete rubble
is the smell of animals.
It smells of
the Nazis and the Kaiser, too.
Behind the hill
is a town in which
people and cars are jostling one another and
falling into the harbor, to the sea,
while the seasons
just change silently
from autumn
to winter.
© 2017, Jun Yamamura
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