27 သၾကၤန္ အမွတ္တရ ဟုိကၠဴကဗ်ာမ်ား

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Haiku ဆိုေသာ ဟိုကၠဴ ကဗ်ာမ်ားတြင္ သဘာဝကို အားျပဳကာ ကဗ်ာမ်ားထဲတြင္သာ ေဇာင္းေပး ေဖာ္ျပထားတတ္ေသာေၾကာင္႔ သူတို႕တြင္ ထံုးစံ အရ “ ေခါင္းစဥ္ ” ဆိုေသာ ကဗ်ာ နာမည္ မရွိပါ။ 

သို႔ေသာ္ ဟုိကၠဴကို ရိုးရိုးကဗ်ာ သေဘာနဲ႔ ေျပာရရင္ “ ကဗ်ာရွည္ ” မျဖစ္ အခန္းဆက္ ေရးေသာ အခါတြက္ ေခါင္းစဥ္မ်ား ထည္႔လာၾကပါတယ္။ တခ်ိဳ႕က တိုက္ရိုက္ ထည္႔သလို ၊ တခ်ိဳ႕က ေဖာ္ညႊန္း အျဖစ္ ( ၁ ၊ ၂ ၊ ၃ ၊ ၄ ၊ ) စသျဖင္႔ တပ္ကာ ေရးသားၾကတယ္။ ေအာက္မွာမွ ထုိ ( ၁ ၊ ၂ ၊ ၃ ၊ ၄ ) ရဲ႕ အဓိပၸါယ္ကို ေခါင္းစဥ္ အျဖစ္ ေရးတတ္ၾကပါတယ္။

ဒီလို အေရးအသားမွာ Richard Wright ဆိုသူက တကယ္ကို ထင္ရွားေက်ာ္ၾကားလွပါတယ္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ ငယ္ငယ္က ဟုိကၠဴကဗ်ာေလးေတြကို ႏွစ္သက္စြဲလန္းမိေနတုန္းမွာေတာ႔ ျမင္သမွ် ၊ ေတြ႕သမွ် အေတြးေလးေတြက ဟုိကၠဴ အျဖစ္ပံုေျပာင္းျပီး စာရြက္ေပၚတင္ တတ္လာတယ္။ အတိုေတြ ၊ အရွည္ေတြေရာ ေပါ႔။

အခု ကိုယ္တိုင္ ပါဝင္ မကစားရေသာ သၾကၤန္ အမွတ္တရ အျဖစ္ “ ကဗ်ာရွည္ ” တစ္ပုဒ္ေရးေနတာ ဆက္မထြက္ေတာ႔ဘူး ျဖစ္ေနတုန္း။ ဟုိကၠဴကဗ်ာေလးက သူ႕ဖာသာ ဖိတ္လွ်ံက်လာလို႔ ခ်ေရးလိုက္တာပါ။ မသိတဲ႔သူေတြ အတြက္ နည္းနည္းေလး ေျပာျပခ်င္တာကေတာ႔ “ ဟုိကၠဴ ” ဆိုတာ အားလံုးေပါင္း စာလံုး ၁၇ လံုးနဲ႔ ဖြဲ႔စည္းထားျပီး ၃ ေၾကာင္းပါရွိတတ္ၾကတယ္။ ၅ ၊ ၇ ၊ ၅ ပံုစံ ျဖစ္တယ္။ ေခါင္းစဥ္ မပါရွိၾကပါ။ သူတို႕ စာေၾကာင္းရဲ႕ အဆံုးစကားလံုးေလးေတြကို “ ကာရံ ” အျဖစ္ ( သံစဥ္ အလိုက္ ) ေရးထားရတယ္။

ေနာက္ေတာ႔ လူေတြရဲ႕ ဆင္႔ပြားေရးသားမႈေၾကာင္႔ ဆင္႔ကဲဆင္႔ကဲေတြ ထပ္မံ ေပၚထြက္လာၾကပါတယ္။

ဒီသၾကၤန္ အတြက္ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ အမွတ္တရ ေရးလိုက္တဲ႔ ကဗ်ာက ဒီလိုပါ။                         

လ

ႏွစ္သစ္ခ်ိန္ခါထူး

ျမန္မာတို႔ ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ကာျမဴး

လသစ္ေလး “ တန္ခူး ”

ရက္

ႏွစ္ေဟာင္းေက်ာ္လြန္ျဖတ္

ႏွစ္သစ္ကို ေပ်ာ္ရႊင္ႏွစ္သက္

ဒါ သၾကၤန္ ရက္ျမတ္

ပြဲ

ေပ်ာ္စရာမ်ားထဲ

ျမန္မာတို႔ ႏွစ္သက္ေနဆဲ

“ ေရသဘင္ ” ေပ်ာ္ပြဲ

ပိေတာက္

ေရႊဝါေရာင္ပြင္႔ထူး

ျမင္သူတကာ ခ်စ္ရစ္မူး

ဒါ ပန္းပိေတာက္ဖူး

သၾကၤန္

ေတြ႕သူမေရွာင္လွမ္း

ေရမွာ နံ႕သာထည္႔ကာျဖန္း

သၾကၤန္ ေရပက္တမ္း

ႏွစ္ကူး

ၾကိဳ ၊ က် ၊ ၾကတ္ ၊ တတ္ ၊ ကူး

ျမန္မာ႔ႏွစ္သစ္ ပြဲေတာ္ထူး

ျမင္သူ စိတ္ၾကည္ႏူး

ကိုေဇာ္

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ေအာက္က ကဗ်ာေလးကေတာ႔  Richard Wright ရဲ႕ A World Elsewhere ဆိုတဲ႔ ကဗ်ာေလးပါ။ တစ္ခုေျပာလိုတာကေတာ႔ ဒီကဗ်ာမွာ တပ္ထားတဲ႔ နံပါတ္ေတြက ကၽြန္ေတာ္ မွားျပီး ေက်ာ္ခြေရးထားတာ မဟုတ္ပါဘူး။ ကဗ်ာေရးသူရဲ႕ သူ႕ကဗ်ာထဲက လွ်ိဳ႕ဝွက္ခ်က္ တစ္ခုပါ။ ကိုယ္တိုင္ေလး ေဖာ္ၾကည္႔ရင္ ေပ်ာ္ဖို႔ေကာင္းသလို စိတ္ဝင္စားဖို႔လည္း ေကာင္းလွပါတယ္။ ကၽြန္ေတာ္ကေတာ႔ ဟုိကၠဴကဗ်ာကို သိပ္မသိေသးသူ တစ္ေယာက္ ဆိုေတာ႔ တတ္ကၽြမ္းသူမ်ားက ပိုျပီး သိပါလိမ္႔မယ္။       

1

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away. 

 

3

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming. 

 

7

Make up you mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out! 

 

11

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep. 

 

16

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering! 

 

18

Sparrow's excrement
Becomes quickly powdery
On sizzling pavements. 

 

20 

The dog's violent sneeze
Fails to rouse a single fly
On his mangy back. 

 

21

On winter mornings
The candle shows faint markings
Of the teeth of rats. 

 

22

With a twitching nose
A dog reads a telegram
On a wet tree trunk. 

 

24

The webs of spiders
Sticking to my sweaty face
In the dusty woods. 

 

30

A bloody knife blade
Is being licked by a cat
At hog-killing time. 

 

31

In the falling snow
A laughing boy holds out his palms
Until they are white. 

 

50

One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass. 

 

51

As the sun goes down,
a green melon splits open
And juice trickles out. 

 

53

A sparrow's feather
On a barb of rusty wire
In the sizzling heat.

57

Sleety rain at night
Seasoning swelling turnips
With a tangy taste.

 

58

Heaps of black cherries
Glittering with drops of rain
In the evening sun. 

 

67

The day is so long
That even noisy sparrows
Fall strangely silent. 

 

75

Spring begins shyly
With one hairpin of green grass
In a flower pot. 

 

78

An apple blossom
Trembling on a sunlit branch
From the weight of bees. 

 

93

Leaving its nest,
The sparrow sinks a second,
Then opens its wings. 

 

95

Like a fishhook,
The sunflower's long shadow
Hovers in the lake. 

 

97

In the setting sun,
Each tree bud is clinging fast
To drying raindrops. 

 

101

Quickly vanishing,
The first drops of summer rain
On an old wood door. 

 

117

The crow flew so fast
That he left his lonely caw
Behind in the fields. 

 

120

Crying and crying,
Melodious strings of geese
Passing a graveyard. 

 

134

One autumn evening
A stranger enters a village
And passes on through. 

 

142

A wounded sparrow
Sinks in clear cold lake water,
Its eyes still open. 

 

144

Amidst the flowers
A China clock is ticking
In the dead man's room.

 

171

With indignation
A little girl spanks her doll, –
The sound of spring rain. 

 

172

The scarecrow's old hat
Was flung by the winter wind
Into a graveyard. 

 

175

Coming from the woods,
A bull has a lilac sprig
Dangling from a horn. 

 

179

The summer moonlight
Gleams upon a blacksmith's forge,
And cools red embers. 

 

183

All the city's bells
Clang deafeningly this midnight,
Frightening the New Year! 

 

184

No birds are flying;
The tree leaves are still as stone, –
An autumn evening. 

 

187

In an old woodshed
The long points of icicles
Are sharpening the wind. 

 

191

Little boys tossing
Stones at a guilty scarecrow
In a snowy field. 

 

193

Standing patiently,
The horse grants the snowflakes
A home on his back. 

 

196

Tossing all day long,
The cold sea now sleeps deeply
On a bed of stars. 

 

200

A silent spring wood:
A crow opens its sharp beak
And creates a sky. 

 

202

A cock's shrill crow
Is driving the spring dawn stars
From out of the sky. 

 

212

From the skyscraper,
All the bustling streets converge
Towards a spring sea. 

 

214

While plowing the earth,
All my crows are visiting
A neighboring farm. 

 

217

Surely that spring moon,
So yellow and so fragile,
Will crack on a cloud! 

 

222

Holding too much rain,
The tulip stoops and spills it,
Then straightens again. 

 

226

Like a spreading fire,
Blossoms leap from tree to tree
In a blazing spring. 

 

228

The sudden thunder
Startles the magnolias
To a deeper white. 

 

243

Leaving the doctor,
The whole world looks different
this autumn morning. 

 

254

They smelt like roses;
But when I put on the light,
They were violets.

 

288

A freezing morning:
I left a bit of my skin
On the broomstick handle. 

 

301

A spring sky so clear
That you feel you are seeing
Into tomorrow. 

 

303

A balmy spring wind
Reminding me of something
I cannot recall. 

 

307

I feel autumn rain
Trying to explain something
I do not want to know. 

 

334

A lakeshore circus:
An elephant trumpeting
Waves on blue water. 

 

365

The Christmas season:
A whore is painting her lips
Larger than they are. 

 

368

While she undresses,
A spring moon touches her breasts
For seven seconds. 

 

370

The baby's hiccough
Dies down and the hum of flies
Fills the sunny room. 

 

371

A peg-legged man
Stumps about in the garden,
Pruning the roses. 

 

375

The first day of spring:
The servant wears her blonde hair
In a new manner. 

 

382

A valley village
Lies in the grip of moonlight:
How lonely it is. 

 

407

In a light spring rain
An old woman is spitting
Into a handkerchief. 

 

408

A dead mouse floating
Atop a bucket of cream
In the dawn spring light. 

 

412

In this rented room
One more winter stands outside
My dirty window pane. 

 

422

My cigarette glows
Without my lips touching it, —
A steady spring breeze. 

 

423

Settling on the screen
Of the crowded movie house,
A white butterfly. 

 

425

An empty sickbed:
An indented white pillow
In weak winter sun. 

 

427

While crows are cawing,
Poppies are dutifully
Deepening their red. 

 

436

A nude fat woman
Stands over a kitchen stove,
Tasting applesauce. 

 

448

A washerwoman
Dyes a tub of water blue, –
The sunlit spring wind! 

 

450

In a barbershop
The stench of soap and hair, –
A hot summer day! 

 

455

The green cockleburs
Caught in the thick wooly hair
Of the black boy's head. 

 

459

I am paying rent
For the lice in my cold room
And the moonlight too. 

 

461

Entering my town
In a heavy fall of snow,
I feel a stranger. 

 

468

I have lost my way
In a strange town at night, –
A sky of old cold stars. 

 

477

On a bayonet,
And beyond the barbs of wire, –
a spring moon at dawn. 

 

481

Shut in the ice box,
A cricket chirps sleepily
In an alien winter. 

 

482

At a funeral,
Strands of filmy spider webs
On coffin flowers. 

 

500

The sport stadium:
Every seat is taken
By whirling snowflakes. 

 

504

Across the table cloth,
Ants are dragging a dead fly
In the evening sun. 

 

518

Creamy plum blossoms:
Once upon a time there was
A pretty princess... 

 

521

Just enough of snow
To make you look carefully
At familiar streets. 

 

526

The arriving train
All decorated with snow
From another town. 

 

530

My shadow was sad
When I took it from the sand
Of the gleaming beach. 

 

552

A small spring island
Is being measured by a
Ribbon of ship smoke. 

 

554

The summer rainstorm
Drenches chickens in the fields,
Making them smaller. 

 

555

So cold it is now
That the moon is frozen fast
To a pine tree limb. 

 

556

The big light in the fog
Was but a little lantern
When we came to it. 

 

559

In this tiny pond
The great big lake in which
I swam as a boy? 

 

571

From across the lake,
Past the black winter trees,
Faint sounds of a flute. 

 

579

Amid the daisies
Even the idiot boy
Has a dignity. 

 

580

My cold and damp feet
Feel as distant as the moon
On this autumn night. 

 

582

A limping sparrow
Leaves on a white window sill
Lacy tracks of blood. 

 

587

In a damp attic,
Spilling out grains of sawdust,
A wounded rag doll. 

  

588

For six dark dank years,
A doll with a Christmas smile
In an old shoe box. 

 

591

A sick cat seeks out
A stiff and frozen willow
Under which to die. 

 

592

Sitting in spring rain,
Two forgotten rag dolls,
Their feet in water. 

 

598

The blindman stumbles,
Pauses, then walks slower
Into the autumn night. 

 

602

A slow creeping snail;
Moments later I could not
See it anywhere. 

 

611

As the popcorn man
Is closing up his wagon,
snow begins to fall. 

 

613

While plucking the goose,
A feather flew wildly off
To look for snowflakes. 

 

616

The snowball I threw
Was caught in a net of flakes
And wafted away. 

 

618

High above the ship
On which immigrants sail,
Are departing geese. 

 

625

The caw of a crow:
On a distant summer field
Goes a silent train. 

 

635

An empty seashore:
Taking a long summer with it,
A departing train. 

 

638

In my sleep at night,
I keep pounding an anvil
Heard during the day. 

 

647

Burning out its time,
And timing its own burning,
One lonely candle. 

 

658

The naked mountains,
Washing themselves in spring rain
As green fields look on. 

 

667

That sparrow bent dawn,
Its head tucked beneath its wing, –
Sewing a button? 

 

669

A leaf chases wind
Across an autumn river
And shakes a pine tree. 

 

673

A flood of spring rain
Searching into drying grasses
Finds a lost doll. 

 

686

A darting sparrow
Startles a skinny scarecrow
Back to watchfulness. 

 

704

The scarecrow's big sleeves
Advertising in the sun:
Huge, red tomatoes! 

 

711

With solemnity
The magpies are dissecting
A cat's dead body. 

 

713

The creeping shadow
Of a gigantic oak tree
Jumps over the wall. 

 

721

As my anger ebbs,
The spring stars grow bright again
And the wind returns. 

 

730

From the cherry tree
To the roof of the red barn,
A cloud of sparrows flew. 

 

737

In the summer sun,
Near an empty whiskey bottle,
A sleeping serpent. 

 

738

In the burning sun,
A viper's tongue is nudging
A cigarette butt. 

 

762

Droning autumn rain:
A boy lines up toy soldiers
For a big battle. 

 

766

Standing in the snow,
A horse shifts his heavy haunch
Slowly to the right. 

 

774

On my trouser leg
Are still a few strands of fur
From my long dead cat. 

 

776

Empty autumn sky:
The bright circus tents have gone,
Taking their music. 

 

782

From the dark still pines,
Not a breath of autumn wind
To ripple the lake. 

 

783

I cannot find it,
That very first violet
Seen from my window. 

 

787

This autumn evening
Is full of an empty sky
And one empty road. 

 

788

Around the tree trunk,
A kitten'paw is flicking
At an absent mouse. 

 

795

A tolling church bell:
A rat rears in the moonlight
And stares at the steeple. 

 

809
Why did this spring wood
Grow so silent when I came?
What was happening? 


Richard Wright

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ေလးစားစြာျဖင္႔

ကိုေဇာ္ 

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