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Yet another poem by

late Sachiko Yoshihara…

Power of Self-Dicipline

To The Gen Z’s

Ultimately as much as I wanted to,

I never succeeded in killing myself

not even once

It’s probably because, rather than to die

or to kill,

I ended up writing

But in that vein,

one must not replace living by writing

If you can save yourself from killing yourself by writing you want to kill yourself, then,

poetry is as useful as

medicine

But one must not stop living by writing

But one must not stop loving by writing

I’ve found that an actual flower is definitely lost poof gone as soon as I write “flower”

Likewise dragging my feet on writing paper makes my life insignificantly blithe

so I set out to walk around erasing my foot prints, only to find new foot prints following right behind me.

***

It’s actually addressed “To The Youth” of the time. The poem was prompted when Yoshihara served as one of the panalists/readers for a poetry contest for high school students. It is said that she was surprised and triggered by so many entries that expressed the teens’ anguish to want to die. Reading such entries from the students prompted her to write this poem.

自戒

わかものたちよ

わたしは一度も死ななかった

たぶん死ぬかわりに

殺すかわりに書いたからだ

死にたいと書くことで

死ななくてすむのなら

詩は薬のみたいな役に立つ

けれどその調子で生きるかわりに書いてはいけない

愛するかわりに書いてはいけない

花とかくとき

花はたしかに失われる

紙の上に足をひきずると

いのちはたしかにかるくなったので

私は足もとを消しに歩きまわる

すると私のうしろに新しい足あとが

またついてある

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Yoshihara Sachiko

 忘れた

覚めたとき わたしにはわからない

 夢のなかで みたと思った色が

色 そのものであったのか

それとも ただ 色の記憶であるのか

赤なら 赤

といふことばによって ふりかへる

するともう 赤はない

そして 今

わたしには わからない

持ったと思ったものが

生活 そのものであったのか

 さまざまの色の断片(きれぎれ)に ちりばめられた

ただ 生活の 記憶であるのか

夕やけのガラスは オレンジ色だと思った

シャワーの水しぶきは ダイヤモンド色だと

思った そのことだけが のこってゐて

水しぶきも ガラスも のこってゐない 今

吉原幸子

        (詩集 幼年連禱・ 1964年刊)

Forgot

When I awoke I did not know

if the vivid colors I saw in my dreams

were really colors

or were the colors merely memories of colors but not colors themselves

Red is Red

I look back based on such notion, red is red

but then that red no longer exists

And now

I do not know

Life itself that I thought I led

if life too, patched up and sprinkled with colors

to serve as memories of the day to day, a mere figment of our imaginations

the glass through which we see the sunset was color orange

the splash of shower water had colors just like that of a brilliant diamond

impressions of colors remain in our thoughts

but splashing water nor glass … no longer remains, here and now.

Sachiko Yoshihara

When her poem is read, why is it that my head swirls like it’s coming up from under water to above … to take a breath only to submerge oneself once again into bright swirl of colors. Blue is blue; red is red is red … It’s about our consciousness … how we live our day to day asleep or in consciousness. Do we live in full awareness of every color that presents itself into our visuals or … not. Asleep in colorless dreamless slumber … going through the motions. Forget & Forgotten.

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Sachiko Yoshihara

夢遊病

   眠ってゐた
   夢のない眠りだった
   ふりだした小雨が わたしをさました

   電車みちを横切って一丁
   魔のようにタクシーが吹き過ぎる
   暗い 大通り

   見まはすと
   わたしはどこにもゐなかった
   わたしはまっただなかにいた
   こはかった

Dreamy-Play Virus

I was asleep

The kind of slumber without dreams

Light rain awoke me from this dreamless slumber

Crossed the railroad tracks over a block

Taxis speed past like ominous dark spirits

Darkened Main Street

I looked around everywhere and nowhere

did I exist

I did not see myself but I was in the midst

engulfed in fear

Sachiko Yoshihara