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Sakiwara Hagutaro
From a violent toothache,
I was holding a swollen cheek,
As I dug near the jujube tree,
Wishing to plant some seeds.
Getting my genteel fingers muddied up,
I turned over the chilly ground.
O, I do remember this much,
That cold day, that evening,
In the fresh-dug hole, there was
A worm wiggling inside.
And that moment, behind the eaves down low,
The moon came up as if to slither up
Behind a woman's ear — and that's how
It came up, the moon.
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Japanese Symbolist--creepy, lovely
Editing stage:
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Comments
IRiz
Tue, 2018-05-29 21:03
Most gorgeous poem I read in
Most gorgeous poem I read in years.
I see the Japanese silk miniature in front of my eyes!
IRiz
fink555
Tue, 2018-05-29 22:01
That's
a poem in translation. Glad you liked it, though.
IRiz
Tue, 2018-05-29 22:08
Looking forward to read more
Looking forward to read more of those.
IRiz