I felt the wall of my skin - I was me. And the stone was a stone.

Sylvia Plath

Mother and nature. One day, the girl who was the center of the heart-friendly universe becomes a third party. The birth of her younger brother. The American poet recalls that it broke her sense of unity with the world and made her outcast and a sad sea urchin. People begin their lives by being hurt by the fact that the world is separate from themselves. From an essay “Ocean 1212-W” (in “Sylvia Plus Poetry,” edited and translated by Shozo Tokunaga).

"November 23  2019

from “Oriori no Kotoba” by Kiyokazu Washida, The Asahi Shimbun"