Gedicht
Masayo Koike
Rainman
When he appearsAll grows visibly darker
Suddenly the air takes on dampness
So everybody knows
That the rainman has finally arrived
Women are worried
What will happen to the quilts hung out to dry
They will be late for their meetings
At the same time strangely
When the rainman appears some women say that they grow calm
Between their fingers, between their thighs and at the corners of their eyes
Some women say they grow moist
Once the rainman appeared under the eaves
It was rain he caused himself but
It always felt as if it was someone else’s fault
That was
Particularly sad for the rainman
To make matters worse the rainman
Doesn’t have a single friend
Everyone knows the rainman
They all realise immediately that it’s the rainman yet
They don’t know how to speak to him
Once the rainman jotted down in his notebook
“Do I go to my death just making rain?”
At that very moment drops of rain began to fall
The ink ran
The words were washed away
What on earth was written there?
Not even he could read it.
© Translation: 2006, Leith Morton
From: Masayo Koike: Selected Poems
Publisher: Vagabond Press, Sydney, 2006
From: Masayo Koike: Selected Poems
Publisher: Vagabond Press, Sydney, 2006
RAINMAN
© 2001, Masayo Koike
From: Ameotoko, Yamaotoko, Mame o hiku otoko
Publisher: Shinchosha, Tokyo
From: Ameotoko, Yamaotoko, Mame o hiku otoko
Publisher: Shinchosha, Tokyo
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RAINMAN
From: Ameotoko, Yamaotoko, Mame o hiku otoko
Rainman
When he appearsAll grows visibly darker
Suddenly the air takes on dampness
So everybody knows
That the rainman has finally arrived
Women are worried
What will happen to the quilts hung out to dry
They will be late for their meetings
At the same time strangely
When the rainman appears some women say that they grow calm
Between their fingers, between their thighs and at the corners of their eyes
Some women say they grow moist
Once the rainman appeared under the eaves
It was rain he caused himself but
It always felt as if it was someone else’s fault
That was
Particularly sad for the rainman
To make matters worse the rainman
Doesn’t have a single friend
Everyone knows the rainman
They all realise immediately that it’s the rainman yet
They don’t know how to speak to him
Once the rainman jotted down in his notebook
“Do I go to my death just making rain?”
At that very moment drops of rain began to fall
The ink ran
The words were washed away
What on earth was written there?
Not even he could read it.
© 2006, Leith Morton
From: Masayo Koike: Selected Poems
Publisher: 2006, Vagabond Press, Sydney
From: Masayo Koike: Selected Poems
Publisher: 2006, Vagabond Press, Sydney
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