Poem
Ryuichi Tamura
A Visionary 1
A bird falls from the skyA field is there
for the single bird shot down when no one was around
A scream comes from a window
The world is there
for the single scream shot to death in a room with no one around
The sky is there for the small bird The small bird falls only from the sky
The window is there for the scream The scream is heard only from the window
I do not know why it is so
I only feel why it is so
For the small bird to fall, there has to be some height
There must be something that is shut tight
for the scream to be heard
Just as there is the small dead bird in the field, death fills my mind
Just as death occupies my mind, no one is at any window in the world
© Translation: 2007, Takako Lento
A VISIONARY 1
© 1956, Ryuichi Tamura
From: The Four Thousand Days and Nights
Publisher: Tokyo Sogen-sha, Tokyo
From: The Four Thousand Days and Nights
Publisher: Tokyo Sogen-sha, Tokyo
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A Visionary 1
A bird falls from the skyA field is there
for the single bird shot down when no one was around
A scream comes from a window
The world is there
for the single scream shot to death in a room with no one around
The sky is there for the small bird The small bird falls only from the sky
The window is there for the scream The scream is heard only from the window
I do not know why it is so
I only feel why it is so
For the small bird to fall, there has to be some height
There must be something that is shut tight
for the scream to be heard
Just as there is the small dead bird in the field, death fills my mind
Just as death occupies my mind, no one is at any window in the world
© 2007, Takako Lento
From: The Four Thousand Days and Nights
From: The Four Thousand Days and Nights
A Visionary 1
A bird falls from the skyA field is there
for the single bird shot down when no one was around
A scream comes from a window
The world is there
for the single scream shot to death in a room with no one around
The sky is there for the small bird The small bird falls only from the sky
The window is there for the scream The scream is heard only from the window
I do not know why it is so
I only feel why it is so
For the small bird to fall, there has to be some height
There must be something that is shut tight
for the scream to be heard
Just as there is the small dead bird in the field, death fills my mind
Just as death occupies my mind, no one is at any window in the world
© 2007, Takako Lento
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