Grass Poem by Shuntaro Tanikawa

Grass



So, coming one day
from somewhere,
suddenly I was standing on the grass;
and because my cellular memory signalled
unfinished business
I have a human shape,
And have even talked about happiness.

Tranlated by William I. Elliot and Kasuo Kawamura

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