The Photo From Gotenba Japan |
清水鱗造・R.H.Peat |
The hill is steep in your picture; the trees are not totally straight; they are slightly tilted by gravity. The depth of ground is not there, covered thick with pale leaves; it is smothered by overgrowth. The far, sparse and brittle light is carved into a forest that is not there; pieces of sharpened sky. With no one inside the thicket; something shadowy whispers angled epistles to wet tree roots Notes: (c)R.H.Peat 12/8/98 -- 1:30 am Free verse--4 tercets/ 12 lines A letter from one poet to another From a photo given to me by Rinzo Shimizu Of the area around Gotenba Japan A NOT poem 御殿場からの写真 R.H.ピート 丘は傾斜している 木々の幹や枝は単純にまっすぐのびてはいない それらは地の力により少し傾いている 地面は見えない 青ざめた木の葉で厚く覆われ 茂みに隠れている フレームの内にない 木々に区切られた鋭い空の断片から来る 遠い微かな壊れやすい光がここに彫られている 藪には誰もいないが 淡い何かがささやく 湿った木の根に宛てられた 木の湾曲に写像される手紙を 註:(c)R.H.Peat 12/8/98 -- 1:30 am 自由詩 4連・12行/ 詩人から詩人へ宛てられた手紙より、 清水鱗造より送られてきた日本の御殿場付近の一枚の写真につき。 (これは、ネガティブなものを追求の果てにポジティブなものを表す ノット・ポエムの試みのひとつである)。 When Mud Dreams Our thick reflections flow out - Sap beneath the bark of oaks --+-- In Gotemba-a snapshot taken- Wooded sky clenched in your fist You ask me about the roots Of the forest you have sent me --+-- In Auburn- the wheelbarrow Pushed-dirt on my cold hands I tell you all about the wet leaves Covering my earthly home. --+-- Ink twigs scratch on the clouds Messages written on puddled sky Notes: To a poet from a friend (c)R. H. Peat -- 12/29/98 -- 9:32 PM Free verse/ 6 couplets/ 12 lines From a letter to Rinzo In Japan A Ball Made By The Forest I take a photo. Trees in the Gotenba forest. The globe flows in space, A ball made by the forest flies through the sky. (c)Rinzo Shimizu --Dec 1998-- Your Forest As The Song We begin in the woods shadow steps a-dance the leaves cutting silhouettes into a rooted distant sky. We end inside the night dark heavens a-flutter the trees whispering wind over three stars in Orion laughing (c)R.H.Peat -- 1/7/99 -- 9:03 PM Free Verse/ 2 quatrains/ 8 lines The Roots Of Hair The stars melt away in the twilight. The silhouettes of the forest fade away in the violet sky. I see the roots of hair as many cracks in the sky. (c)Rinzo Shimizu --Jan 1999-- A Tanka/Thin sky Amazed in bare woods, stern wind captured in branches, I listen-thin sky. Assault in winter shadows, I feel pricked coldness. (c)R. H. Peat - 1/13/98 -12:13 am Attemp at English Tanka/ 5 lines はだか木の 空の切片うすものの 肌に凍む影 冬戦ぎくる |