| 撮 影 ・ 皇 居 東 御 苑 |
せ し や は ・ し た こ と か |
な が め ・ 眺 め と 長 雨 を 掛 け る |
つ ら つ ら に ・ つ く づ く |
ひ と と せ ・ 一 年 |
こ の 春 は |
君 の い な い |
過 ぎ て ゆ く の か |
こ う し て 日 々 は |
私 は つ く ず く 椿 を 眺 め る |
今 年 も 椿 は あ で や か に 咲 く |
あ れ か ら 一 年 経 っ た 今 |
A year has passed since Mimi left this country.
Possibility of her return
is infinitestimal, but I still think of her
at this time-March 13 when she flew
from the airport. I've been trying hard to
forget her.Perhaps I could make it fairly
well but with a cost-I've lost my creativity.
I made barely a poem last month.
Insted, I've started making accessary cases
using small carboard boxes. What a pity!
T.S. Eliot wrote when he was very young...".I
grow old.... I grow old....I shall wear my
trousers rolled." It would be a farce
if I myself at the age of 67 write like that.
I keenly feel my age now. Most of the attractive
women are already taken by some men.
They never fail to do that. What woman would
care for an old man unless he were....?
( March 13, 2006)
