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Michio Mado
The Plate
When it slipped from my handbefore it hit the floor
the plate broke
inside me
that moment surprised me
When the plate reached the floor
and broke once again
it was embarrassed like the glory of the setting sun
Was it ashamed to be different from the plate that broke inside me?
No.
Its thought dashed to
its ancient dwelling place,
the final destination of its broken pieces,
each broken into smaller and smaller pieces
© Translation: 1999, Takako Lento
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey, 1999
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey, 1999
THE PLATE
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
Publisher: The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
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THE PLATE
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
The Plate
When it slipped from my handbefore it hit the floor
the plate broke
inside me
that moment surprised me
When the plate reached the floor
and broke once again
it was embarrassed like the glory of the setting sun
Was it ashamed to be different from the plate that broke inside me?
No.
Its thought dashed to
its ancient dwelling place,
the final destination of its broken pieces,
each broken into smaller and smaller pieces
© 1999, Takako Lento
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: 1999, The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
From: Masters of Modern Japanese Poetry
Publisher: 1999, The Morris-Lee Publishing Group, Rosemont, New Jersey
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