Contemprary Tanka Poet Mariko Kitakubo. Simply Haiku.
My tanka published in Simply Haiku.
scented...
in the forest
sigh of
oaks, beeches,
larks and you
moonless night...
on the steps of ruin
or into
a kitten's milk,
falling ashes
how like
babel, sullen
thunder...
a blank cartridge
shooting wisps of clouds
down, down
screw the staircase
to the abyss
tell me again how
we became civilized
we talked
about our dream...
each other
under the Betelgeuse,
are you gone already?
Tr. by Mariko Kitakubo and Robert D. Wilson
cutting my foot
on a tree-root
I felt
the desolation of Descartes
slowly slide into me
for whom then
did I blossom?
I cast my gaze
over the light and shade
of the distant past
a warm teardrop
as I waken
from the dream
of being held back
from the brink of a cliff
as if
falling down
into the galaxy,
I would fall
into your heart
dipping my toes
into the blue water
of the inlet,
I felt my body
surge with life
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