Dedication

Thinking of millennia

Of unknown poets …

Hail comes

Tinkling down.

(Tito)

 

幾千年の　無名詩人に…　りんりんと降り来る　玉霰

ティート－

Finishing with Heaney

My cheek was hit and hit:

sudden hailstones

pelted and bounced on the road.

When it cleared again

something whipped and knowledgeable

had withdrawn

and left me there with my chances.

I made a small hard ball

of burning water running from my hand

just as I make this now

out of the melt of the real thing

smarting into its absence.

To be reckoned with, all the same,

those brats of showers.

The way they refused permission,

Rattling the classroom window

like a ruler across the knuckles,

the way they were perfect first

and then in no time dirty slush …

(Seamus Heaney)

Continuing with Shiki

筆に声あり霰の竹を打つ如し 　(正岡子規)

In the pen, there is a voice:

It sounds like hailstones

Striking the bamboos.

(Masaoka Shiki)

Beginning with Basho

 

石山の石にたばしる霰哉　　芭蕉

 

Scattering

Across the rocks of Rock Mountain …

Hailstones

(Matsuo Basho)