Poem
Yukio Tsuji
HOW TO CATCH A COLD
When I feel terribly smallmy heart thins out
like a wisp of cloud;
is in danger
of being dissipated
by the slightest
puff of wind.
So this lonely person
shuts the window
and keeps warm.
Since he behaves
as though he had a cold
people ask him if he does.
No, it’s not a cold.
Not a cold at all.
But a man in the moment of
helplessness
can’t even find
the energy to set people straight,
so he just ends up muttering
that, yes,
he has a cold.
But then
consider this:
loneliness and sadness
come together,
and this helpless man’s body
radiates
a high fever
and darned if
he hasn’t caught a cold.
© Translation: 1998, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura (Read by Don Mueller)
HOW TO CATCH A COLD
© 1987, Yukio Tsuji
From: Kaze no Hikikata
Publisher: Shoshi Yamada, Tokyo
From: Kaze no Hikikata
Publisher: Shoshi Yamada, Tokyo
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HOW TO CATCH A COLD
When I feel terribly smallmy heart thins out
like a wisp of cloud;
is in danger
of being dissipated
by the slightest
puff of wind.
So this lonely person
shuts the window
and keeps warm.
Since he behaves
as though he had a cold
people ask him if he does.
No, it’s not a cold.
Not a cold at all.
But a man in the moment of
helplessness
can’t even find
the energy to set people straight,
so he just ends up muttering
that, yes,
he has a cold.
But then
consider this:
loneliness and sadness
come together,
and this helpless man’s body
radiates
a high fever
and darned if
he hasn’t caught a cold.
© 1998, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura (Read by Don Mueller)
From: Kaze no Hikikata
From: Kaze no Hikikata
HOW TO CATCH A COLD
When I feel terribly smallmy heart thins out
like a wisp of cloud;
is in danger
of being dissipated
by the slightest
puff of wind.
So this lonely person
shuts the window
and keeps warm.
Since he behaves
as though he had a cold
people ask him if he does.
No, it’s not a cold.
Not a cold at all.
But a man in the moment of
helplessness
can’t even find
the energy to set people straight,
so he just ends up muttering
that, yes,
he has a cold.
But then
consider this:
loneliness and sadness
come together,
and this helpless man’s body
radiates
a high fever
and darned if
he hasn’t caught a cold.
© 1998, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura (Read by Don Mueller)
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