Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
DAY OF THE SUN
You preserve life. I arise in the midst of the tsunami. The analogy is the tranquillity of a balance that endures without shaking, and the relationship is made to tilt Towards the light.
The day of the sun must inevitably come to your heart after the rain of the night. The rising sun strikes the sky with as much force as it can give, revealing everything clearly and placing soft shadows on it to illuminate the mysteries of existence.
Poetry. It too has the power only to give. The day of the sun. The day must inevitably come. As long as you retain your life, I will break through the tsunami. Day of the Sun. Memorise this poem and tell it to you. I hear the sound of the sky flowing.
Taro Hokkyo
SUNFLOWERS
Kanako chewed roasted sunflower seeds on her back teeth and slurred that there were no poets in this country. She rested her elbows on the balcony wall and sighed again. The view from the top of this skyscraper is like a graveyard, she thought as she bit into the seed.
Kanako took a seed from a hanging sunflower in a vase and tucked it into the locket around her neck as if it were a talisman. The silver locket gleamed against the white silk shirt she favored. Perhaps that’s why the air currents seemed to swirl when I walked near her.
Kanako touched the locket and wondered where in the world poetry was born. This plague is not new, she thought as she put her palm on the locket on her chest and looked down at the ground.
A seed that will lead a madman’s heart to sanity. If there is anything to believe in in this crazy world, Kanako wrote in her diary, it is a sunflower seed. She cleared the high fence of the balcony like a high jumper.
Kanako floated in the air for a while until she hit the ground. The rocket around her neck lifted her off the ground and supported her in the air at that point. This graveyard-filled world became a field of sunflowers all at once, and every sunflower indicated the location of the true sun.
Taro Hokkyo
