First of all, I would like to apologize to the readers of my Blog who can’t understand Japanese. Today, there will be Japanese characters in my post.
But if you keep reading, you will find that there’s English translation together with the Japanese words.
Besides, you should keep reading because our topic today is very interesting: Poems.
Do you know what a “poem” is?
A “poem” is a piece of writing that uses beautiful or unusual language. It is arranged in fixed lines that have rhythm and sometimes rhyme (same sound).
I’m sure that you’ve read a poem before, whether in English or your own native language. Do you remember how the words affected you? How did they make you feel: happy, sad, in love, full of ambition etc.?
Poems are like that. Through their deep, indirect meaning or unique form, the words become memorable and special.
“Poetry” is the art of writing poems. And we call the writer of poems a “poet.”
Some of the most famous poets in history are William Shakespeare, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Walt Whitman, Rainer Rilke, T.S. Eliot, e.e. cummings, and Pablo Neruda.
I have a friend who has an admirable hobby. He likes writing poems.
My friend’s name is Motonao Takahaashi. I call him Moto. Among other things, he likes reading magazines and poetry. He also writes his own poems sometimes.
There are many different styles of poetry. From Shakespeare’s strict iambic pentameter (a kind of rhyme scheme) to free verse. From those whose meaning is difficult to decipher to those that talk about very common things.
My friend’s poems are mainly humorous and silly. I like his poems and poetry in general because I think it takes a lot of courage to write a poem -- to become a poet.
Below are some of my friend’s poems. He writes in his native language, Japanese, but I have tried to translate them into English.
I hope you forgive the mistakes in the translation. I’m not a professional translator and speak very little Japanese.
This is why a lot of the wit and devices of the original poems have been lost. Some readers can’t fully appreciate them unless they know the Japanese language.
Despite this, I hope you enjoy my friend’s poetry.
# 1. 「名探偵」
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Last night I went to bed comfortably.
After a while, I was roused.
Inexplicably, the window was open.
Something very unusual struck my senses.
I realized I was shaking.
I caught a cold.
Just Between Us
When is the old days?
Finding My Role
We see actors and actresses kissing each other
in the movies and dramas.
What are they doing? Is it all an act?
Can I kiss as they do?
As an act.
There’s a guy whistling a cheerful tune,
Without a care about other people’s eyes,
In the temple.
We could call this kind of person “god.”
And also, he’d be just stupid.
So a god is stupid.
We should respect a fool.
I want to be a fool.
Want to be a fool.
A fool is a fool.
A woman is taken by a ring which doesn’t have any function.
We used to send a cow in the old days, a cow was better,
I’ll put her finger in a cow’s anus
instead of putting a ring around it, waiting for one.
What do you think?
# 6. 「恥を知れ」
The Moon and I
Not rising, not sinking. That is the moon.
Appearing, disappearing. That is the moon.
Playing hide-and-seek with the moon.
I see the moon, the moon sees me.
I can’t see the moon, the moon can’t see me.
Not near, not far. A hazy relationship.
In the moonlight, I turn my ass towards the sky.
Shining like a firefly.
Led to the light, people gather.
I'm ashamed to be seen.
I realized why the fireflies don’t come out.
If you would like to meet my friend Moto, the writer of the poems above, you can reach him at:
Also, if you have gotten inspiration and confidence from my friend’s writing, and you would like to submit some writing of your own, please read:
Finally, if you would like to meet another interesting friend of mine, you can check out the story of my racer friend:
Hope you learned something!