Thus lives are handed down to the next generation.
Seeing the flowers I thought of a tanka poet who passed away in last August, at age 63, Yuko Kawano. She often sang some wild flowers like Akamanma, bindweed(ヒルガオ）and wild cosmos as her favourite.
In 1980s, some ideas of feminism came to the forefront.
In the genre of tanka poem, as well as other genres, some discussions on feminism were held sometimes loudly sometimes intriguingly.
Some wrote tanka poems from the situation of unmarried cohabitation and some did as former student movement activists.
Among them Kawano's writing was always down to the earth. Her voice was not loud but powerful so that readers heard hers of bottom of her heart and felt the importance of daily life.( You can read some of them via here)
Her voice was also definitely one of representatives of feminism.
Thinking of her I walked by an elementary school. There pupils rose their cheerful voice. I stole a glance into the world of younger generation between a fence.
I came to a park after about twenty minutes' walking.
I found a Magnolia kobus （コブシ）, which has many white flowers in spring ,bears some red fruits.
|magnolia kobus via Flickr|
Between the branches a large cobweb is hanging and a tiny spider is sitting on it.
Seeing a spider
on a web of three dimension
I pictured to myself
a young entrepreneur
who dreams World Wide Web
Through the foliage I saw three naked women who were supporting a fountain tower without water sprout.
I named them, " Three Graces in Autumn".(Three Graces in Primavera(Spring)