Laughs On The Poet Poem by Douglas Scotney
Laughs On The Poet
Down by the Paulownias,
August 6 or thereabouts,
Autumn first arrives.
The Japanese poet takes up his post.
People come and laugh-
It's still as hot as toast.
Spring arrives on February 4.
The Bunraku's where people laugh.
'Cough! Cough! Cough! ' goes puppeteer,
'Ah! Ah! Ah! ' goes crowd,
'The first three flowers of Spring, we hear! '
Each day, night begins
At the edge of my largest
White chrysanthemum,
And each night, day, at the edge
Of my largest black.
There's bound to be a puppeteer with a cold on February 4. He is dressed in black and silent as a mouse as a rule. His cough brings his attention to the fact that no-one really believes it's the start of spring yet.
The largest chrysanthemum occupies the poet's attention at all times,
even when it's out of sight. No wonder he is the butt of jokes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:55:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful haiku in the middle People always laugh at what htey don't understand Great write.............................: O)