Laughs On The Poet - Poem by Douglas Scotney
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
And each night, day, at the edge
Of my largest black.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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.
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