Biografi dan Puisi Karya Takamura Koutarou

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Takamura-Koutarou
Penyair, penulis dan pematung asal Jepang, Takamura Koutarou.

Kemudian pada tahun 1910 beliau menerbitkan Midori iro no taiyô (Matahari Hijau), sebuah esai tentang argumennya pasal hak seorang seniman atas kebebasan untuk berekspresi. Yang sampai, karya ini di anggap sebagai teks kritik seni paling berpengaruh.

Pada tahun 1914 beliau menerbitkan buku puisi pertamanya berjudul, Dōtei (Perjalanan).

Kemudian beliau juga sempat bergabung dalam Pan no Kai (kelompok sastra yang didirikan oleh Kitahara Hakushuu dan Yoshii Isamu). Selanjutnya beliau dan Kusano Shinpei menjadi kritikus atas buku karya Miyazawa Kenji pada tahun 1924.

Kemudian di tahun 1951 beliau menerima Penghargaan Yomiuri ke-2. Takamura Koutarou tiada pada usia ke-73 tahun pada 2 April 1956.

Sumber: Wikipedia & BunAl fandom

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Puisi

Berikut adalah beberapa puisi karya Takamura Koutarou, namun masih dalam bahasa Inggris.

My Poetry

My poetry is not part of western poetry;

The two touch, circumference against circumference,

But never quite coincide….

I have a passion for the world of western poetry

Winter Has Come

Definitely winter has come.

The evergreen shrub’s white flowers have disappeared.

The ginko trees have turned into brooms.

Like a sharp sharp piercing, winter has come.

Everyone dislikes winter.

Deserted by grasses and trees, run away from by insects, winter has come.

Winter,

come to me, come to me.

I have winter’s strength, winter is my victim.

Permeate through, penetrate into!

Make fires break out! Bury with snow I

Like a sharp knife, winter has come.

Another Rotating Thing

Half wet with spring rain, the morning newspaper,

a little heavy in my hands,

is cutting into shreds the letters and characters of this life.

Iron and gunpowder of the world and the titans behind them

are turning once again in a direction which is dificult to stop.

With a little oil smudge, printing type tells it.

The revolving of the solid earth cannot be ended.

I flick off cherry blossom petals that were brought in stuck to the newspaper.

Inside myself another solid earth rotates.

Difficult Chieko

Chieko sees what cannot be seen,

hears what cannot be heard.

Chieko goes to places one cannot go,

does what cannot be done.

Chieko does not see the me that really exists,

yearns for me in back of me.

Chieko throws away the heaviness of suffering now,

wanders out to a vast infinite sphere of esthetic consciousness.

Though hearing her voice calling me over and over,

Chieko does not have a ticket for the human world anymore.

Sumber: allpoetry

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