I was walking in the forest.
I met with a Do-do.
She said to me,
“You will become extinct soon.”
And disappeared.
Was it a dream?
I was swimming in the sea.
I met with the Titanic,
She said to me,
“Your land will sink soon.”
And disappeared.
Was it a dream?
I was walking in New York.
I met with the Twin Towers.
She said to me,
“You will be attacked soon.”
And disappeared.
Was it a dream?
I was traveling in the space.
I met with the Earth,
The planet that was once alive.
She said to me,
“You were once alive, too.”
And disappeared.
Was it a dream?
I was walking in the forest.
I saw a bird at the top of a tree.
It flew down to me and said,
“What a beautiful day!”
And flew away.
It was not a dream.
Matsuoka-sensei,
ReplyDeleteIt's a beautiful poem. I think poetry is a wonderful way of reviewing and (re)organizing your thoughts and emotions. It also allows others to see the world in a new light. By connecting some unconnected dots, your poem invited me to actually feel what I might/should have felt. Thank you for that.
Charlie,
ReplyDeleteThank you. This is the first poem I have ever written.
松岡
地球誕生から地球滅亡までのとても長い時間の間に次々と盛衰が繰り返される諸行無常の世の中にあっては、人間の一生は夢のように儚く短いものと考えられてしまうけれども、自分が過ごすことができるこの時代の美しい日々は、夢ではなく確固たるものとして存在する。
ReplyDeleteお久しぶりです。お元気そうでなによりです。初めて書いた詩だそうですが、それを感じさせない見事な詩です。もし授業でこの詩を先生が扱ったならば、「各段落最後の行の"it"は何を指しておるか？」と仰られそうですね。僕ならば"a beautiful day"と答えます。
anonymousくん
ReplyDeleteうーん、そんな解釈もあったのか
松岡