Masajo 真砂女1961 Age 55
ビールくむ抱かるゝことのなき人と
bi-ru kumu dakareru koto no naki hito to
Lee & Emiko’s English
a glass of beer---
I serve it to a man
I will never love
Seasonal word: beer(summer)
sakuo renga
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6 comments:
I really like this choice of poem, Sakuo san. Perhaps I am in that sort of melancholy mood?
It says so much about loneliness and longing, and one might imagine the poet's life for oneself.
I think you have done well in capturing the mood in Masajo's facial expression-its in the eyebrows, I think, and the turn of her head.
Ahh! ...but who am I to judge?
Thank you for this rendering.
__When I was in Yokosuka, I had some Sapporo, served by someone who'd never have loved me!
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sad one sakuo san
john
Bandit san,
thank you for your great words that encouraged me very much.
Your sincere observation makes me pleased.
Eyebrows and head turn are precious.
sakuo.
Magyar san,
Your sweet dream in Yokosuka revival again.
I am happy to hear it.
sakuo.
John san,
thank you for your comment.
You are always staying at my side.
sakuo.
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