Nothing is required to write a poem
No great industry nor grandiose implements are necessary
Enough is one sound, a glance, one syllable, one foot,
A dropping leaf, an air borne blade of grass, one movement, one snapping
Enough is that bough breaking with a sound on the forehead
Enough is that teeny-weeny babe walking along with you
holding on to your little finger
look at the face of the girl, at her eyes, and her unsure and hesitant feet
nothing is required to write a poem
just you and enough it is if you are alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem