A light came on
in the evening mist.
Musashino’s boundless sea.
It gives us
enough hope to go on living.
About ten years ago, a sunset just like this one.
I was wearing the same outfit
standing on the Ikebukuro Tojo platform.
A year of death and darkness.
I looked all around me, but no one was there.
I called out in a loud voice, but no one answered.
A silence fell over Tokyo
I hadn’t heard from anyone
and I didn’t know if they were alive or dead.
I feel like I was here then as well
in the evening mist, watching this light
Ono Tozaburo (1903-1996) was a Japanese poet born in Osaka. James Kirkup, who translated two of Ono’s poems in a 1970s Japanese poetry anthology, Modern Japanese Poetry, wrote an article about Ono upon his death. Click here to read more about this excellent poet. Also, one of Kirkup’s translations closes the article, so be sure to check it out.
According to the article, more of Ono’s poems can be found in an anthology called Burning Giraffes, but it appears to be out of print and very expensive through Amazon vendors. Hopefully his work will become more available in the near future.
The Japanese title of this poem seems to come from the Japanese translation of Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s Terre des hommes.