18 September - 1 December 2007
by Fujiwara Toshiyuki, D. Horse,
Mandala and Tina
mandala
not visible
but
tangible; the wind
autumn is here
(fujiwara toshiyuki/d.
horse)
on tatami with bare feet
evening is a bit
chill
(mandala)
a moon
swaying on the water
in a
tin tub
(tina)
I got it for you,
my little
boy
(d. horse)
he’s a mushroom
to grow in the
air
huge and lethal
(mandala)
the light at the
street
now turns green
(tina)
mandala
ウ
sipping
coffee
biting pretzels
life is a rush
(d.
horse)
frozen voices float
as diamond dust
dances
(mandala)
someone left
one of a pair
of
brand-new snow boots
(tina)
did anyone
see
a pumpkin coach last midnight?
(d.
horse)
sunset to sunrise
curfew is imposed
in the
capital
(mandala)
the pie should be cut
for
seven kids even
(tina)
I dont have a mansion
nor am I
a yachtie
moon and six pence in
pocket
(d.horse)
the isle is in haze
a distant
silhouette
(mandala)
I believe
fairies of that
blooming hamlet
are all in a doze
(tina)
on a
lovely spring day
my pa and mom met
(d.horse)
her
smile is a blur
in the warmth of the night
ah
Diana
(mandala)
quarrelsome fisherman
has
quitted drinking since
(tina)
二オ
a wreck of a
boat
on the deserted beach
soughing of palm
trees
(d.horse)
mandala
from a hillside
desa comes soulful
gamelan
(mandala)
somehow
my nose itches
--
gleamy weather
(tina)
no love stories on
TV
attract Darby and Joan now
(d.horse)
couch
potatoes
beside the
fireplace
unmoving
(mandala)
bull or
bear
the stockbroker is wavering
(tina)
onto
chilly streets
people dissipate for weekends
crescent moon hanging in
the sky
(d.horse)
they harvest strange
fruits
of the southern
tree
(mandala)
because
it's almost
All Hallows'
day
(tina)
Fra Angelico, National Gallery,
London
a girl, all dolled up
knocked on my
door
(d.horse)
crepe suzette
not an apple pie
for
tonight
(mandala)
he lost his interest
in
monastic life anymore
(tina)
ナオ
I cannot hold
until
the Great Wall
falls down
(d.horse)
in a
snowstorm
nomads are starving
(mandala)
his wife
forgot
to put chopsticks
in his lunch
box
(tina)
a rustle at the front door
spring
air wafted in
(d.horse)
oh Florence
Flora springs out
of
la Primavera
(mandala)
Primavera, Sandro Botticelli,
Uffizi
innumerable butterflies
flew the sea
off
(tina)
----The End of Kasen: Not Visible But
Tangible----