Triolets by Hikaru Kitabayashi
1.
My sun shined not on me today
His radiating heat warmed not
I worked alone and could not play
My sun shined not on me today
Yes, straight and narrow was the way
It pained me but it was my lot
My sun shined not on me today
His radiating heat warmed not
19 January 2016
2,
The snow is melting all too fast,
But winter seems more winter now,
For to my mind the cold is cast.
The snow is melting all too fast,
Yet I now feel a blizzard's blast,
Wish snow its warmth would me endow.
The snow is melting all too fast,
But winter seems more winter now.
20 January 2016 and 29 May 2017
3.
I'd learned that sex was not well mapped,
But felt the future still was mine.
I thought love came in beauty wrapped.
I'd learned that sex was not well mapped.
Now age's clutches have me trapped,
They've taught me love is what should shine.
I'd learned that sex was not well mapped,
But felt the future still was mine.
30 January 2016
4.
God sired us heaven, sired us hell.
Omniscient are we in these boasts,
That we can tell you how it fell.
God sired us heaven, sired us hell,
So listen now to what we tell
of angels, great angelic hosts,
"God sired us heaven, sired us hell,
Omniscient are we in these boasts."
6 February 2016
5,
I found myself in love with you,
and you were like the sun arising.
My trembling heart thought what to do;
I found myself in love with you.
and I made plans for us, it's true,
which I could not be analyzing.
I found myself in love with you,
and you were like the sun arising.
4 September 2016
6.
I find my sunshine in your eyes.
How bright within my mind they're shining!
A universe within them lies;
I find my sunshine in your eyes.
With age defeated, still hope tries
to move me on without my whining.
I find my sunshine in your eyes.
How bright within my mind they're shining!5 September 2016
7.
Behind the rain and rainbows, you,
your shining love lies radiating.
I know it's absolutely true.
Behind the rain and rainbows, you
are what I daily want to view.
I know it's you that I'm awaiting
Behind the rain and rainbows, you,
your shining love lies radiating.
6 September 2016
8.
The memory of your touch is mine,
makes morning showers lose their power.
My thoughts on you they do entwine.
The memory of your touch is mine.
The weather, be it bad, is fine
and fiercest hurricanes will cower.
The memory of your touch is mine,
makes morning showers lose their power.
7 September 2016
9.
8 September 2016
10.
8.
The memory of your touch is mine,
makes morning showers lose their power.
My thoughts on you they do entwine.
The memory of your touch is mine.
The weather, be it bad, is fine
and fiercest hurricanes will cower.
The memory of your touch is mine,
makes morning showers lose their power.
7 September 2016
9.
The dawn approaches in the east,
and in the east I now am waking,
though clouds do hide the colored feast.
The dawn approaches in the east,
but clouds can hide my sunshine least,
when you my light and love be making.
The dawn approaches in the east,
and in the east I now am waking.8 September 2016
10.
My love from youth is you. Is you,
still you, now that we two are older
and still you love me well and true.
My love from youth is you, is you,
and, with each year that passes, new.
And though the winter nights come colder,
My love from youth is you. Is you,
still you, now that we two are older.
9 September 2016
11.
I'm missing you and working hard,
but in my mind your kisses tasting
11.
I'm missing you and working hard,
but in my mind your kisses tasting
and tasting air, the taste is marred.
I'm missing you and working hard,
but wish that I could be your bard
and kissing you is time not wasting
I'm missing you and working hard,
but in my mind your kisses tasting.
10 September 2016
12.
12.
The black of night surrounds me now;
no stars, no moon my eyes are greeting.
I want you in my arms, think how
The black of night surrounds me now.
Hours speeded up, time won't allow,
each hour's eternity till meeting.
The black of night surrounds me now;
no stars, no moon my eyes are greeting.
11 September 2016
13.
Reddish golden leaves
that party-colors play with,
sun-kissed fall conceives.
Reddish golden leaves
ask what God believes,
why God green does away with,
reddish golden leaves
that party-colors play with.
26 October 2016
14.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
Or die - and so the bird is on the wing
And in its rush it has no time to play.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
And ever does it move from us away.
It gives itself no summer songs to sing.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
Or die - and so the bird is on the wing.
11 November 2016
15.
The following is what I would called a trioletic wreath, where (1) the eighth line of a trioletic unit becomes the first line of a new trioletic unit, where (2) this process may repeat any number of times and where (3) completeing the wreath, the last line is the same as the first.
I saw the light,
Though the light was blinding.
Thinking of right,
I saw the light.
Worse than a blight
Was the fright on finding
I saw the light,
Though the light was blinding,
Crushing all before it into dark,
Of a hell reminding.
Though the light was blinding,
It was all unwinding.
Heaven left, it went with no remark,
Though the light was blinding.
Crushing all before it into dark,
I saw the light.
17 November 2016
16.
Dutch writers have traditionally experimented with the triolet, producing lines, on occasion, much shorter than the traditional eight and nine syllable lines of the French triolet. At least one early16th century Dutch writer published a triolet that consisted of only one syllable per line. Here is a triolet written by me in the same manner under the inspiration of that poet.
Trees
Bloomed.
Bees,
Trees
Seize.
Doomed
Trees
Bloomed.
15 December 2016
17,
The pain is something chronic now,
but pain's a thing with which I live.
It calls me like a hungry cow.
The pain is something chronic now,
yet does a deep insight endow.
An education does it give.
The pain is something chronic now,
but pain's a thing with which I live.
29 April 2017
18.
I like my music only in the night,
Enhanced by stillness of the shaded darkness,
While northern winds are singing with their might.
I like my music only in the night,
When moaning sounds are groaning out of sight
And moonlit pines do stand with all their starkness.
I like my music only in the night,
Enhanced by stillness of the shaded darkness.
21 April 2017 and 1 May 2017
13.
Reddish golden leaves
that party-colors play with,
sun-kissed fall conceives.
Reddish golden leaves
ask what God believes,
why God green does away with,
reddish golden leaves
that party-colors play with.
26 October 2016
14.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
Or die - and so the bird is on the wing
And in its rush it has no time to play.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
And ever does it move from us away.
It gives itself no summer songs to sing.
The bird of time must reach its goal today
Or die - and so the bird is on the wing.
11 November 2016
15.
The following is what I would called a trioletic wreath, where (1) the eighth line of a trioletic unit becomes the first line of a new trioletic unit, where (2) this process may repeat any number of times and where (3) completeing the wreath, the last line is the same as the first.
I saw the light,
Though the light was blinding.
Thinking of right,
I saw the light.
Worse than a blight
Was the fright on finding
I saw the light,
Though the light was blinding,
Crushing all before it into dark,
Of a hell reminding.
Though the light was blinding,
It was all unwinding.
Heaven left, it went with no remark,
Though the light was blinding.
Crushing all before it into dark,
I saw the light.
17 November 2016
16.
Dutch writers have traditionally experimented with the triolet, producing lines, on occasion, much shorter than the traditional eight and nine syllable lines of the French triolet. At least one early16th century Dutch writer published a triolet that consisted of only one syllable per line. Here is a triolet written by me in the same manner under the inspiration of that poet.
Trees
Bloomed.
Bees,
Trees
Seize.
Doomed
Trees
Bloomed.
15 December 2016
17,
The pain is something chronic now,
but pain's a thing with which I live.
It calls me like a hungry cow.
The pain is something chronic now,
yet does a deep insight endow.
An education does it give.
The pain is something chronic now,
but pain's a thing with which I live.
29 April 2017
18.
I like my music only in the night,
Enhanced by stillness of the shaded darkness,
While northern winds are singing with their might.
I like my music only in the night,
When moaning sounds are groaning out of sight
And moonlit pines do stand with all their starkness.
I like my music only in the night,
Enhanced by stillness of the shaded darkness.
21 April 2017 and 1 May 2017
No comments:
Post a Comment