Gedicht
Makoto Ooka
SPEAK PLEASE I BEG YOU
He said:Let living things be born without end
in the waters
Let birds fly without end
in the blue sky over earth
He made
the giant fish
and all the creatures that breed
in the waters
as groups of
like and like,
and He made
all the winged birds
as groups of
like and like,
and slowly waved His hand
in blessing
to the edge of night
Stars fell glittering from His fingers
and from the Milky Way to my small shack
His voice rang out
Peace on Earth
Joy to the World
Help me please I beg you
Even sunset does not want to live
in a forest of bones in a forest of bones I wander
in search of a bit of blue sky
and I’ve found a bit of a tiny finger
Look
just look! It’s
my sweetheart’s pinky, that she cut off and gave me
and I sucked so small
He made people
In the spitting image of Himself
He blessed human beings and said
Be fruitful
Multiply
Through the rivers of Asia
the lakes of Europe
the canals of America
the waterfalls of Africa
human skin
flows,
like cucumber peels
In faceless countries
faceless hands
count out coins damp with blood
He created
infinite time and finite time
infinite space and finite space
In only seven days
He completed the whole job,
And then
He purified it all
Peace on Earth
Joy to the World
I was walking down a big stone street
and my feet gave off a dull light
I asked the way of a man in a ragged hat
and went on and on
but never affived
“You know, back there I asked a man in a tattered jacket
for directions, but couldn’t find the way”
“Oh, that must have been the fellow from the barbershop
next to the fountain, the one who died just like that
of the bug that was going around eight years ago”
My kind informant was,
said the grapevine, the mapmaker
who’d drowned in the river fifty years ago
No, I’m wrong—
One summer all of a sudden
a light 50,000 times brighter than the sun
flashed in the sky and
everyone without exception in an instant
moved to this town.
There are no funerals and flowery wreaths
no voices of children at play
Everyone’s walking like me now
just as they were then
like shadows on water
In this town even the human silhouettes burned into
stone steps take their constitutionals
The whole town’s burned into
one of those black holes the universe has
Maybe I’ll meet you
In that town someday
After all, it's the star
where we were born
Speak please I beg you
"You naughty child
you're dreaming
again".
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1995
Publisher: Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1995
Itte kudasi do ka
Itte kudasi do ka
© 1977, Makato Ooka
Audio recording from Poetry International Festival Rotterdam, 1985
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Itte kudasi do ka
SPEAK PLEASE I BEG YOU
He said:Let living things be born without end
in the waters
Let birds fly without end
in the blue sky over earth
He made
the giant fish
and all the creatures that breed
in the waters
as groups of
like and like,
and He made
all the winged birds
as groups of
like and like,
and slowly waved His hand
in blessing
to the edge of night
Stars fell glittering from His fingers
and from the Milky Way to my small shack
His voice rang out
Peace on Earth
Joy to the World
Help me please I beg you
Even sunset does not want to live
in a forest of bones in a forest of bones I wander
in search of a bit of blue sky
and I’ve found a bit of a tiny finger
Look
just look! It’s
my sweetheart’s pinky, that she cut off and gave me
and I sucked so small
He made people
In the spitting image of Himself
He blessed human beings and said
Be fruitful
Multiply
Through the rivers of Asia
the lakes of Europe
the canals of America
the waterfalls of Africa
human skin
flows,
like cucumber peels
In faceless countries
faceless hands
count out coins damp with blood
He created
infinite time and finite time
infinite space and finite space
In only seven days
He completed the whole job,
And then
He purified it all
Peace on Earth
Joy to the World
I was walking down a big stone street
and my feet gave off a dull light
I asked the way of a man in a ragged hat
and went on and on
but never affived
“You know, back there I asked a man in a tattered jacket
for directions, but couldn’t find the way”
“Oh, that must have been the fellow from the barbershop
next to the fountain, the one who died just like that
of the bug that was going around eight years ago”
My kind informant was,
said the grapevine, the mapmaker
who’d drowned in the river fifty years ago
No, I’m wrong—
One summer all of a sudden
a light 50,000 times brighter than the sun
flashed in the sky and
everyone without exception in an instant
moved to this town.
There are no funerals and flowery wreaths
no voices of children at play
Everyone’s walking like me now
just as they were then
like shadows on water
In this town even the human silhouettes burned into
stone steps take their constitutionals
The whole town’s burned into
one of those black holes the universe has
Maybe I’ll meet you
In that town someday
After all, it's the star
where we were born
Speak please I beg you
"You naughty child
you're dreaming
again".
From: Beneath the Sleepless Tossing of the Planets
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Publisher: 1995, Katydid Books, Santa Fe, New Mexico
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