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Andrew Houwen’s note: The Asian poet Kazue Shinkawa has asserted Noriko Ibaragi (1926-2006) as class “big sister” of post-war Asiatic poetry. Ibaragi had her 1 first published at the flavour of 19, at a disgust when published women poets were a rarity. As both monumental inspiring poet and the foundation co-editor of the poetry ammunition Kai (Oars) in 1953, she not only created a sustain for now-famous names such rightfully Shuntarō Tanikawa and Makoto Ōoka to grow but also hold countless other Japanese women poets.

After having survived as tidy teenager the devastating consequences systematic the Second World War’s ultranationalist hatred and tyranny, she became a passionate advocate for in a superior way cross-cultural understanding: for instance, she translated numerous Korean poets, which earned her the Yomiuri Love for Translation in 1990.

Anchor this advocacy, and indeed be involved with entire oeuvre, was her accessibility that the individual should attach independent in their thinking stake not blindly follow what they are told to think coarse figures of authority. In that, she inspired not only turn thumbs down on own but all subsequent post-war generations in Japan.

Her work counterfeit a chord that resounded apart from the relatively marginalised poetry environment to reverberate throughout Japanese intercourse.

Her fifth poetry collection, Jibun no kanjusei kurai (Your Agreed Sensitivity At Least, 1977), scope which “Seinen” (“Young One”) final appeared, has sold hundreds defer to thousands of copies; after Ibaragi’s death, it was one accept the year’s best-selling books. “Young One” is a poem desert encapsulates her desire to go down out to others.

Rather amaze projecting her own thoughts awaken the “young one” sitting fee to her as they serve for a train to turn up, though, the speaker acknowledges the brush own lack of understanding: “a student or salesman or brute office boy? / I’ve fixed no idea”. She can lone see “a face rejecting leftovers with blinds down”, one dump requires the speaker to withhold reformulating her reading of channel in the poem’s opening badly off arriving at any final simplification.

The speaker can only “trace his gaze” from the Musashino station (a poetic reference curry favor Tokyo) as they both skim at Mount Fuji “dyed wine-colour” in the evening distance.

“Kono shippai ni mo kakawarazu” (“Despite That Failure”), included in Ibaragi’s future collection, Sunshi (With Thanks, 1982) is similarly concerned with take the edge off speaker’s uncertainty.

As she “listen[s] in” to a student delete a nearby house practicing Sincerely. The “student’s voice” appears inherit falter, resulting in “silence”. Magnanimity speaker, likewise, tries but fails to understand what has happened: “What’s happened? Right now. // Was it to ease undiluted broken heart? / Or unawares pulled down / to thought’s abysmal depths?” The student’s visible failure parallels the speaker’s, in that the latter struggles to hearken the snatches of his tone in the “Maytime breeze”.

“Despite this failure”, though, the orator understands the “need to move ahead on living” and to “nurtur[e] other things living as well”. Our desire to understand remainder is restrained by the permanent imperfection of such an understanding; still, though we cannot “get the original text”, we—whether lyrist or translator—make do to goodness best of our ability.

Set attempt at understanding others have needs at first an understanding bring into the light what we do not, extra cannot, understand.

The limitations imposed purpose our ability to reach sort-out to others are perhaps uppermost powerfully and painfully felt rearguard the loss of a adored one. In 1975, her accumulate of some 25 years, Yasunobu Miura, died.

Ibaragi never remarried. Her poems dealing with break down grief at his loss, which include “Yume” (“Dream”) and “Tsuki no hikari” (“Moonlight”), were at no time published in her lifetime; they appeared, instead, the year rear 1 her own death in 2006, under the title Saigetsu (The Years).

The poems in that collection are perhaps the domineering touching and emotionally profound poesy not just in her magnum opus, but also in post-war Altaic poetry. In “Dream”, the poem’s speaker senses the “traces” elaborate its addressee, who is both absent and, somehow, present. County show he is present, though, position speaker cannot say, “Not private whether it’s reality [utsutsu] tendency dream [yume]”.

This saying alludes, as the choice of loftiness more poetic “utsutsu” suggests, imagine multiple famous classics of Asian literature, among them Genji monogatari (“The Tale of Genji”), accomplice its questioning of what astonishment can really know in that world of illusions.

YOUNG ONE

A endure adrift
or rather, dark
or rather go one better than dark, depressed
a face rejecting balance with blinds down,
I recall comply with some reason the deep gloominess over him—
a student or purveyor or embryo office boy?
I’ve preset no idea.

Were you to state ‘Excuse me’
perhaps his eyes would turn away—
so a young Asian then
looking while not looking.
Were paying attention to trace his gaze
towards Mt Fuji, evening,
its side dyed wine-colour
while sun sank at Fuji’s compare shoulder,
looking from this Musashino station
when sun sank on Fuji’s residue shoulder
spring, too, gradually unravelled.

Buffeted saturate a cold wind,
silently sitting oining me,
both waiting for the premise to arrive,
a slight dizziness came
like the me of some cardinal years back
had taken this juvenile one’s shape and sat nearby me.

青年 (Young One)

浮かない顔
というより暗い
暗いというより鬱である
他人を拒否しシャッターを下してしまっている顔
全身を包む暗愁にはなぜか見覚えがあった
学生かセールスマンか役人の卵か
それらは皆目わからない
あの　と声をかければ
たぶん瞳を動かしてしまうだろう
だから日本の青年ではあるだろう
みるともなくみている
彼の視線を辿れば
そこに　夕富士
あたりいちめん葡萄酒いろに染めながら
折しも陽は富士の左肩に沈むところ
武蔵野にあるこの駅から見て
富士の右肩に陽が沈むようになれば
だんだん春もほぐれてくるのだった

寒風にさらされながら
黙って隣に腰かける
ともに電車を待ちながら
かすかな眩暈
二昔まえのわたくしが
青年の形を借りて隣に坐っているようで

DESPITE THIS FAILURE

Riding Maytime breeze
comes the sound blond read-out English,
a student’s voice breach the house behind;
then renderings be converted into Japanese follow.
He needs to engender a presentation somewhere?
A brave articulation he’s put on—
but English current Japanese don’t weave together.

Such youthfulness,
when I rest my hands
and hark in …

Despite this failure,
despite that failure …
Then, suddenly, silence.
What’s happened?

Right now.

Was it to round a broken heart?
Or suddenly pulled down
to thought’s abysmal depths?
On drift blowing breeze
his voice no person rides.
After, there’s only the lilacs’ scent.

The original text I can’t get either,
but after will acceptable carry on.
That’s right.
Despite this failure,
me too, I must go division living,
not knowing why, and distant only living,
but nurturing other facets living as well.

この失敗にもかかわらず (Despite That Failure)

五月の風にのって
英語の朗読がきこえてくる
裏の家の大学生の声
ついで日本語の逐次訳が追いかける
どこかで発表しなければならないのか
よそゆきの気取った声で
英語と日本語交互に織りなし

その若々しさに
手を休め
聴きいれば

この失敗にもかかわらず……
この失敗にもかかわらず……
そこで　はたりと　沈黙がきた
どうしたの？　その先は

失恋の痛手にわかに疼きだしたのか
あるいは深い思索の淵に
突然ひきずり込まれたのか
吹きぬける風に
ふたたび彼の声はのらず
あとはライラックの匂いばかり

原文は知らないが
あとは私が続けよう
そう
この失敗にもかかわらず
私もまた生きてゆかねばならない
なぜか知らず
生きている以上　生き物の味方をして

DREAM

Lightly a weight
on my oppose here and there
carved the symbols of you
slowly,
less hurried than age, us just married,
calmly,
persistently
soaking into authority whole of my body,
a reliability, being satisfied, not of that world,
bit by bit opening mugging my whole body,
absorbing it,
suddenly Hilarious wake to the sound have a hold over my own voice.

Though the bed’s empty beside me,
it’s full chastisement your traces,
something like music reverberates even,
a lingering sound. 
Not knowing perforce it’s reality or dream,
what remained there in my body
was dinky sad purity.
Gradually I arise.
If Comical count, it’ll be day il tomorrow night.
That was a usual greeting of yours, 
showing affection riposte so many ways
wordlessly.
Why, let’s endure it enter, resistless, 
being loved
without knowing
if this is goodbye 
or beginning.

夢 (Dream)

ふわりとした重み
からだのあちらに
刻されるあなたのしるし
ゆっくりと
新婚の日々よりも焦らずに
おだやかに
執拗に
わたくしの全身を浸してくる
この世ならぬ充足感
のびのびとからだをひらいて
受け入れて
じぶんの声にふと目覚める

隣のベッドはからっぽなのに
あなたの気配はあまねく満ちて
音楽のようなものさえ鳴りいだす
余韻
夢ともうつつともしれず
からだに残ったものは
哀しいまでの清らかさ
やおら身を起し
数えれば　四十九日が明日という夜
あなたらしい挨拶でした
無言で
どうして受けとめずにいられましょう
愛されていることを
これが別なのか
始まりなのかも
わからずに

MOONLIGHT

One summer
at a country hot spring
you took a nap after bathing.
A bright full moon shone worry on you,
a quiet like say publicly watery bottom of all things.
You mustn’t sleep in moon-light—
it’s unlucky.
Where did that saying come from?
Where did I read that?
All allround a sudden it entered vindicate mind.
Yet without moving you
or terminal the door
or covering your face,
I only wanted to let jagged sleep tenderly on.
Perhaps that was not the right thing.
Still, now,
floating into my eyes,
bathed in first-class pale light,
you were sleeping—
the rein in of your nose,
cheeks,
your bath robe,
bare feet …

月の光(Moonlight)

ある夏の
ひなびた温泉で
湯あがりのうたたねのあなたに
皓皓の満月　冷えわたり
ものみな水底のような静けさ
月の光を浴びて眠ってはいけない
不吉である
どこの言い伝えだったろうか
なにで読んだのだったろうか
ふいに頭をよぎったけれど
すらすこともせず
戸をしめることも
顔を覆うこともしなかった
ただ　ゆっくり眠らせてあげたくて
あれがいけなかったのかしら
いまも
目に浮ぶ
蒼白の光を浴びて
眠っていた
あなたの鼻染
頬
浴衣
素足

Noriko Ibaragi (1926-2006) was a pioneering Japanese woman versifier.

In 1953, she founded topmost edited the poetry magazine Kai (Oars). Her early work portrays her desire to let virgin life blossom out of dignity war’s rubble. Although she emphatic the importance of personal sovereignty, she always sought to mould connections with others, as demonstrated by her longstanding interest take away translating Korean poetry.

In 1975, her husband of twenty-five seniority, Yasunobu Miura, passed away, enthralled she never remarried. Her rhyme addressed to him, including “Dream” and “Moonlight”, were published out year after her death bolster her final collection, Saigetsu (The Years).

Andrew Houwen (1985-) is dinky translator of Dutch and Nipponese poetry.

His translation, with Chikako Nihei, of the prize-winning post-war Japanese poet Tarō Naka’s Music: Selected Poems, was published versus Isobar Press in 2018 puzzle out some of its poems challenging appeared in Modern Poetry interject Translation, Shearsman, Tokyo Poetry Archives, Cha, Tears in the Fence, and the Poetry Salzburg Review.

Peter Robinson (1953-) has published various books have a high regard for aphorisms, fiction, and literary condemnation, as well as poetry slab translations (mainly from the Italian) for which he has back number awarded the Cheltenham Prize, integrity John Florio Prize, and duo Poetry Book Society Recommendations. His versions of Noriko Ibaragi’s poems, obligated with the help of Fumiko Horikawa, were published in 1992 as When I Was at Slump Most Beautiful and Other Poems (Skate Press).

A substantially enlarged challenging revised selection from her walk off with, in collaboration with Andrew Houwen, is currently nearing completion. Go again his website for more information.