Poet of today in Kyoto, Japan
It’s just opening tranquilly
swaying leaf of a mandin,
transparent wings with folds.
It has only got out of a dwarf’s shoe,
getting scared because of this cold summer?
in front of
me who is watering the plants at dusk.
You are all cicadas
about sixty years for bread.
And now you can fly quite freely and express yourselves.
You can live your real lives from now.
So I’ve just encouraged my pupils at a culture center...
But the waiting time is long;
and his back
begins to quiver.
I know he is making great efforts at this moment.
-- He, a cicada,
who has only
reached his age limit under the ground.
His rear legs began to move and catched a
The Paradise (1998) – Translated into English by the author
Tsusaka’s Japanese original of the poem: The Age Limit