Poem
Makoto Ooka
All About The Wind
After rain. There are shallows.I grope through a forest.
Colored birds breed.
White sound penetrates the sky.
A stream gives stones an enema.
The sphincters of the pebbles quiver.
Anquised quivering of the pebbles’ flesh.
When the wind trembles
the sun turns inside out and overflows the fields:
Now the eye can travel a thousand leagues in a twinkling.
The wind whispers in my ear,
“You know, if I just had the drugs that light does,
I could make the ocean fit into a buttercup!”
Wind, sweet fool!
You with your generous, two-timing heart!
© Translation: 1995, Janine Beichman
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1995
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1995
風の説
風の説
雨後。浅瀬あり。林をたどつていく。
色鳥の繁殖。
物音の空へのしろい浸透。
石はせせらぎに浣腸される。
石ころの括約筋のふるへ。
石ころの肉の悩みのふるへ。
風のゆらぐにつれ
陽は裏返つて野に溢れ
人は一瞬千里眼をもつ。
風はわたしにささやく。
《この光の麻薬さえあれば
ね、螻蛄の水渡りだつて
あなたに見せてあげられるわ》
このいとしい風めが。
嘘つきのひろびろの胸めが。
© 1976, Makoto Ooka
Poems
Poems of Makoto Ooka
Close
All About The Wind
After rain. There are shallows.I grope through a forest.
Colored birds breed.
White sound penetrates the sky.
A stream gives stones an enema.
The sphincters of the pebbles quiver.
Anquised quivering of the pebbles’ flesh.
When the wind trembles
the sun turns inside out and overflows the fields:
Now the eye can travel a thousand leagues in a twinkling.
The wind whispers in my ear,
“You know, if I just had the drugs that light does,
I could make the ocean fit into a buttercup!”
Wind, sweet fool!
You with your generous, two-timing heart!
© 1995, Janine Beichman
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
All About The Wind
After rain. There are shallows.I grope through a forest.
Colored birds breed.
White sound penetrates the sky.
A stream gives stones an enema.
The sphincters of the pebbles quiver.
Anquised quivering of the pebbles’ flesh.
When the wind trembles
the sun turns inside out and overflows the fields:
Now the eye can travel a thousand leagues in a twinkling.
The wind whispers in my ear,
“You know, if I just had the drugs that light does,
I could make the ocean fit into a buttercup!”
Wind, sweet fool!
You with your generous, two-timing heart!
© 1995, Janine Beichman
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Sponsors
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère