Two Variations on a Poem by Tohko Malyama

by T Newfields






I.

Certainities vanish:
Is that not a hallmark of change?

Beauty appears then withers:
What seems "new" today
is quickly out-of-date.

What is human "progress"?
Ah! Another shape!
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II.

Clearly things are in flux
The alluring also fades

Revolving doors transition
progress where to?

Hmm - "Yes we can"
What has actually changed?

from Josei Gaka no Zenbou
Bijutsu Nenkan-sha (2003: 163)