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)
ナウ
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----