Shuntaro Tanikawa Poems

One day somewhere
someone played the piano.
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Mother,
Why is the river laughing?
Why, because the sun is tickling the river
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age three
there was no past for me
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So, coming one day
from somewhere,
suddenly I was standing on the grass;
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Nero
another summer is coming soon
your tongue
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Human beings on this small orb
sleep, waken and work, and sometimes
wish for friends on Mars.
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I won't let words rest.
At times they feel ashamed of themselves
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Sound becoming sound
had begun to infest the blank white paper,
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'Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollem mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings -
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This thing lying on the desk is now being seen by my eyes. I could
pick it up at this moment. I could cut out a human figure with it. I might
even cut off all my hair. Though it's understood that murder is out of
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