{"id":32153,"date":"2024-06-18T15:24:06","date_gmt":"2024-06-18T22:24:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/?p=32153"},"modified":"2024-07-17T16:08:53","modified_gmt":"2024-07-17T23:08:53","slug":"june-by-noriko-ibaragi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/beautiful-people\/june-by-noriko-ibaragi\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201dJune&#8221; by Noriko Ibaragi"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote\"><p>June<\/p><p>Is there a beautiful village somewhere<\/p><p>where at the end of a day, dark foamy stout beer<\/p><p>resting the hoe against a wall,  resting the basket<\/p><p>men and women raise their large jock<\/p><p>Is there a beautiful town somewhere<\/p><p>streets lined with edibile berries continue forever, smuding into a horizon of violet sunset skies<\/p><p>Gentle sounds of crowds of young people milling around, foam up the air to its very brim<\/p><p>Is there beautiful people and people power somewhere<\/p><p>Power of connection and delight in together living this now, this present moment, this same generation<\/p><p>sharing our rage that sharpen into furious power <\/p><cite>Noriko Ibaragi <\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<p>translated by K. Tsuyama, June 2024 in California:)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This poem by Noriko Ibaragi was first published June 21, 1956 on Asahi newspaper in Japan.  She had just turned 30 that same month.  I can sense her longings even though its generations ago in distant land and divergent culture &#8230; it&#8217;s a timeless.  It&#8217;s timeless, that longing where we want to make a difference &#8211; we want to rebel &#8211; to be the changemaker for a better world while engulfed in anger.  Rather than in gratitude for those who struggled to lead a path before us, we were furious.  We were enraged.  The poet was young. We were all young dreamers, whether drunk or sober.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That same longing is timeless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And now I long to be back in that time&#8230;of earnest longings<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to feel the strength of togetherness <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>when we felt that we had the power for a change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>June Is there a beautiful village somewhere where at the end of a day, dark foamy stout beer resting the hoe against a wall, resting the basket men and women raise their large jock Is there a beautiful town somewhere streets lined with edibile berries continue forever, smuding into a horizon of violet sunset skies [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":""},"categories":[4,7,12],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32153"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32153"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32153\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32183,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32153\/revisions\/32183"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wagayoga.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}