If I were to define a poem as a bad piece of work, I would say it is one that has nothing much to say, but is deliberately made difficult.
How about "I, a Little Bird, a Bell," by Misuzu Kaneko?
It's easy to understand, but it expresses a theme that is very important to human beings, and I cannot help but be moved by it.
Misuzu Kaneko (April 11, 1903 - March 10, 1930) was a Japanese nursery rhyme poet who was active from the end of the Taisho era to the beginning of the Showa era.
In September 1923, his poems were simultaneously published in four magazines, "Doyo", "Fujin Club", "Fujin Gaho", and "Kin no Hoshi", and he was praised by Hachiju Saijo as "a giant star among young nursery rhyme poets".
Like many outstanding modern poets, Misuzu Kaneko was short-lived. Her life of only 26 years ended in suicide by poisoning.
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