Anthology Poetry and poetry Collection of Poems by Jiro Tokisato

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Japanese title: 詩集 詩・歌集 時里二郎詩集
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Item number: BN174172
Released date: 30 May 2024
Maker: Shichosha

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Poems and Poems
[Introduction to the Contents]
The Leaves of the Words of the Peninsula, the Breath of Poetry
In the Rain of the Illustrated Book of Plants, a Man Returns from Morning Hunting
Throwing a bow and a hu? on the floor
Putting the hunted prey on the reading room desk
It was a fragment of an ear-shaped substrate of an integrated circuit
that his arrows did not pass through, the sky pointed at one
point of darkness, a base smaller than the diameter of the arrow
Shooting through a board and making a virtual hole like a conical eye
The technique is not of this century.
A mercenary, a man escaped from his century and drifted to this library
, where his arrows did not pass through, the sky pointed at one
point of darkness, a base smaller than the diameter of the arrow
Shooting through a board and making a virtual hole like a conical eye
The technique is not of this century.
A man carefully plucked the prey of this morning with a pincette
Closing his eyes through the thread of the gaze in the small darkness
Breathing through the moisture of grain rain
Breathing through the moisture of the grain rain
The substrates wet with the green of the forest tremble slightly
("Morning Hunting")
There are no signs in the city or on the railroad that lead to Jiro SHISATO.
A statue of Buddha sitting in the ancient temple with a low shadow, a picture scroll that covers the story and sleeps in the storeroom, and a peninsula lying in the inland sea dividing the waves.
The seven collected poems resemble the process of metamorphosis of winged insects from the first instar to the seventh instar.
Readers will pass through the lost "Village of Time" while sleeping lightly with poets.
Osamu Karasawa