Introducing Other People's Poems Without Permission
This is a segment where I introduce poems I've found on note.
Reading poetry is often described as "borrowing the author's shoes" or "being possessed by the author."
By incorporating a completely different perspective into this world—a world we perceive through our own subjectivity—we can expand or invert the worlds we couldn't have noticed on our own.
That is one of the great things about poetry, isn't it?
Yuto Otsuka: Yu-san
Memories of summers past. The regrets that existed there become the plans for this summer.
That means the regrets of this summer will become the plans for next year.
On a personal note, it looks like I won't be able to take a summer vacation this year. Summer is just beginning, but I'm already regretting it. Thanks to encountering this poem, the word 'regret' turned into 'plans,' and I feel much lighter.
Shiba3905-san
Light swaying on the waves refuses to be stared at, partly due to the irregularity of its movement. Yet, we keep watching it. We can only see this light before the sun sets. Instead of grieving for the fading light, I imagine someone starting to see this light from another land. If I can feel the existence of someone I don't know on the other side of the earth, I feel like I can meet the people I want to see. I was drawn to the idea of imagining the changing scenery by borrowing someone else's perspective.
Isao Kikuchi-san
Unable to gain understanding from those around me, and with no hand extended to help. Does the poem's motif of "iron" represent the negative emotions of others directed at me? Or is it an unpleasant noise? By melting it, I mix it all together and swallow it. Or, I ignore the small, fine pieces and leave them on the floor.
Only then can I finally see what I should do. "Remaining silent" takes on the meaning of "not speaking," "not pleading," "not fawning," and "not being timid." I felt that the way words are generated while swirling within the inner self is wonderful.
Yuri-san
I feel—perhaps presumptuously—that Yuri-san's poems are directed at things that cannot be expressed in words. Could it be said that the poems are sung through a sequence of words that probe the holes in the symbolic order?
As we grow up, we come to perceive the world through words. Yet, there are still many things that "cannot be expressed well in words." The feeling of encountering words that express such things—this, too, is indescribable, but I feel that the way it is expressed so honestly is wonderful.
Last time, I mentioned narrowing down the themes, but seeing how many poems are created every day, I thought it would be a waste to categorize them one by one.
Regardless, I decided to interpret the ones I felt were "good" in my own way and write about why I felt that way.
These are just humble impressions, but I hope you enjoy them.
Thank you for reading until the end.