花盛りの庭
4月1日。日射しはあるが風の強い日だった。長い間、外出をしていない老母に満開の桜を見せてやろうかと思ったが、この風ではと止めにした。かわりに、先日頂戴した純白のカーネーションに添えて、庭から桜草を摘んで来て花瓶に投入れた。 桜草がどんどん咲き出している。木瓜(ぼけ)も咲いた。椿も咲き始めている。隣家の椿は寒椿で、半月ほどまえまでの数カ月、たくさんの真紅の花を咲かせ、その花弁が毎日のように風に乗って我家に舞い落ちていた。どれほどの花弁を掃き集めたことか。いまや隣家のそれがすっかり散りおわり、今度は我家のピンクの椿が開花しはじめたのである。グミの白い花も咲いている。ことしは白桃がおそい。しかし満朶の蕾をつけている。開花が待ち遠しい。 ここ数日、英語で詩を書きつづけている。‘PILGRIM EGG’以後、25,6篇は書いた。そのうちから数編を以下に掲載してみよう。 The MorningMorning jump in my mouthKiss of lightTaste of mint verveThe spring comes in depthAwakening giftThe fragrance of love LilyA lily bloomsDowns by headAmong tombs The Bird of PeaceSome lecture meeting in a place open air.One of the leaders before citizensGave a long speaking on 'PEACE' And then, set free a thousand doves in the air;Dove, you know, the 'symbol' of 'PEACE';Said 'To give our wishing to the bird---'Pointed at the sky under citizens' ear.Opportunely, a hot dung fell on just his head.As to go to the root of 'the bird of Peace' is just only bird.'Symbol is neither here nor there,The most important matter must be here!'Said a thousand doves, the birds in the air. ObstinatenessI don't know what makes me to long for the past,Giving a painful sigh as deep as mist.My lips are burning hot in the fire of thirst.I dread the setting sun to fall down,Gulping me down down down.I'm still a life afloat, but can't lay down.Such my life, such my heart, harder than ever.I'm getting ill with fever.I'm getting ill in my thinking.Why adhere myself to old thought;Shabby, pitiful, mean appearanceBeing coated with tears and dust?A painful obstinateness,A stupid obstinateness,It's that I can't abandon hollowness. Small WindowPolish glass of my window Put on it my fingerprintO! sorrowShut the breeze of early summerOnly imagine of love on a fingerO! imagineBeing in sorrowBreak my windowO! window I AmI wish to be at least charitable face,If I could do nothing for sorry case Do you want to know about numbers of the sand on the beach?Apply paste on your palm.Crawl around like a worm.Pick up, count up grains of the sand.With taking care of it dropping down.Don't hallow scattered food like cheep.Ah! man, Be you with keeping your cool!Don't follow strange orders like sheep.Ah! man, Be not you considerably fool!Apply paste on your palm.Crawl around like a corm.Pick up, count up grains of the sand.With taking care of cajolery of the gown. Melancholy BeastThe night train melancholy beast:The whistles like a blast,shaking sleeping people awake,letting pitch-darkness snake,comes from a long distance,dead away remaining a reminiscence.Then people wanna love for other!Hunger becomes a part of their loneliness:The olds wail over in longing younger;Their hearts are bursting with sad queer.Frightening shout, browing at teddy,Carnal desires rise from dry up body.To scoop seething tears in both palms of hands,Raise them in the calm as before of the night.A pearl rolling down from finger slits of hand,reflects red and small spots of the tail-light.Ah! the night train melancholy beast;The herald of love's tragedy, it is. A Song of NightOld well-like this night.To prick up my ears and mind,I can slightly hear sounds that,Someone take a cigarette off from lips, Pickles are well seasoned in the distance.In some how sluggish deep darkness,Half broken wellbacket is hanging down,As if waiting for something to happen. Seventeen's JourneyThe night train carrying sorrowful himis running through strange winter townsand is going through withered downs.In this early morn at a country stationHe walked the platform bosoming a Boston-bag, murmuring, counting paving stones,having fits of coughing for used desperation.Some would tell him, 'It's because of young',Whatever meant encouraging or bantering,Or one's self-scorn?'Sure I'm seventeen' he said, and dumpedthe blunt word which couldn't even ruin him.'Keep Out!''Don't Enter with Shoues on Me!'He put up notice boards on the front gate of his mind, but couldn't cast his empty bag.He had nowhere to go though,passes now through several pitch-darkness.The day dawns, it comes again.Sky lies its gigantic figure down over him,neverthless it doesn't grant his love token.To love, to know the world andhis intention of running up to the skyare the same to him, andare inseparable from each other!So every eary morn he is in a traingoing on a sorroful journey about winter town. Monkey's handI can't bear, I can't bearPlaying fool, making fanI can't bear if I wouldn't do so.Wearing old leather glovesMy hands look like monkey's hand.Just as to be a monkey.Will I stay to look up brilliant skyOn a tree in crying?I can't bear, I can't bearPlaying fool, making fanI can't bear if I wouldn't do so.Wearing old meager lovesMy heart is like a dry bord.Just say another crunchy.Will I peep into the dark hallOf my dream in weeping?I can't bear, I can't bearPlaying fool, making fanI can't bear if I wouldn't do so.Pairing old monkeis upMy skill is like the arrow of Cupid.Just I'm an ape(able) man.Will I reel a reel till to fallOn a tree in laughing? FestivalThe festival has been made preparations the day beforeThe festival has made preparations from a month agoThe bririant vigorous meeting was so;No,no, it had already been prepared since old timeIt is a day in the middle of summerIt is a day such tears coming for some otherIt is one day on my way of journey'As it's the festival' said a father'As it's the festival' said his daughterFlowers of ornamental hair pin are Overflowing from dressrd childly hair.I am seeing flowery people enjoyingBeautiful paper lanterns are shaking. I am impressed by the town's prosperity.Drams are rumbling.Flutes are pealing.'No reason for faith',Said a man in his fortiesDoo-doo-dah-dah-dah, Doo-dah-dah-dahDrams liven up all people on the street Doo-doo-dah-dah-dah, Doo-dah-dah-dahGirls are dancingBoys are singingSweat are drippingFaces are shiningI'll walk to the bitter end for ever and everTaking beautiful lights of festival on my back.'I'll prepare for my festival from just today'The festival has been made preparations the day beforeThe festival has made preparations from a month agoThe bririant vigorous meeting was so;No,no, it had already been prepared since old time--------------------------------------------Copyright Tadami Yaamada 2008. All Rights Reserved.