End of the day poems

This is "Poems at the End of the Day" (2000) by poet Hiroshi Nagata.

"When the word 'life' began to have a real impact on me, I realized that a single day, not a moment, not eternity, not the past, is the most important unit of time that marks the course of a person's life."

"You keep thinking that someday it will happen, that someday it will happen, but that was the mistake you made. There is no someday, someday will never come, there was no someday, life is a mistake, and one fine evening, you are suddenly overcome by that thought, and you find yourself standing there in the twilight, and the countless hours that make up one's life, what kind of time is a person's day made up of?"

After all, isn't poetry an act of confronting the passing of time and securing oneself and words? Facing the end of this long day of 100 years, poet Osada Hiroshi, who has rarely expressed his true self in a raw form until now, has written his first "I" poem in a dignified and bold manner about his own "autumn of life."

It's not a paperback, so there are limited places to read it. However, that's why it's a good idea to keep it by your pillow and read it at the end of the day instead of using your smartphone. (Ammel)