Verses by John Smith
I was fascinated with Fujimoto,s Cube and
the amazing way it suddenly
takes form from the open paper. The only way I could express this
wonder was in this little poem which was the very first of my
Origami
verses. I sent it to Fujimoto and he published it in his book "
CreativeInvitation to Origami Play " 1982.
Fujimoto's Cube
I sit and look at you
my friend , and marvel at your being .
From one perfection to another .
From the anonymity and illusion of the plane , to the reality of the
cube .
Yet the two are one ; it is time and space that have changed .
I sit and look at you , my friend , and wonder at your perfection
All is needed , nothing is wasted .
And what a journey from one perfection to another !
An instant of magic when anonymity changes to reality .
When the plane becomes a cube ,
When nothingness becomes reality , with shape and space and
meaning
Here is the mystery of our art .
To David Brill's Horse
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But this is a horse, This thing of paper plain. For these folds form The sinews of a stallion, A wild free living beast. Thus can life shine through The constraints of our art.
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I wrote this little poem for Akira Yoshizawa after seeing him teach children in Norwich in 1983.
Akira's Children
His hands reach out in greeting as they come
Love seeks each one .
One hand claps in soundless silence
Two hands clap , a world awakens
Heartbeats as one .
Hands dance with paper and the life begins to stir
A butterfly appears , then a host fluttering to the sun
And all is one .
Akira's Children .
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To Origami What gentle art to confine By plane of paper - folded line . What magic here to capture me , In infinite variety . Shape on shape and fold on fold Creates a world from simple mould . In what emerges my eye can see Bird or Beast or Geometry . The art's not in the form thats won alone , but also in the journey done . Through plane of paper and folded line A glimpse of eternity is mine . What gentle art to confine By plane of paper - folded line . What magic here to capture me , In infinite variety .
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Our leaves wait for you, To show you what autumn is like, When you go, they fall.
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said the leaves were still on the trees in his opening speech. This inspired me to write this Haiku
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Now the great bell tolls Deep dark tidings through dead leaves Soon silence again.
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I heard the great Syoro ( bell) of the Kaidan-In Temple while looking
at the colours of the autumn leaves.
