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Yukio Tsuji
A RAZOR
I silentlywatch a grinder
whetting a razor.
“Say, mister,
aren’t you working today?”
“Yeah, I\'m working
but today
I just feel like
watching a grinder
whetting a razor.”
I lower my head
and becoming a black
lump on the street,
I keep watching all day
until the day ends.
© Translation: 1998, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura (Read by Don Mueller)
A RAZOR
© 1990, Yukio Tsuji
From: Uguisu-Kodomo to Samurai no 16 Hen
Publisher: Shoshi Yamada, Tokyo
From: Uguisu-Kodomo to Samurai no 16 Hen
Publisher: Shoshi Yamada, Tokyo
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A RAZOR
From: Uguisu-Kodomo to Samurai no 16 Hen
A RAZOR
I silentlywatch a grinder
whetting a razor.
“Say, mister,
aren’t you working today?”
“Yeah, I\'m working
but today
I just feel like
watching a grinder
whetting a razor.”
I lower my head
and becoming a black
lump on the street,
I keep watching all day
until the day ends.
© 1998, William I. Elliott and Kazuo Kawamura (Read by Don Mueller)
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