Different letters

I thought I’d learn some Japanese,today
I’d write with different letters in my hands
Better then to capture moths and ghosts
Bits of life that fly past my own eyes

Moving places,moving plans  then gone
Another island where strange humans dwell
Yet subtly different like a Plath  and Hughes
The genius of this place is  wide and shrewd

But Japanese is tortuous and inturned
No immigrant is citizen at all
Would not learning Russian add more play?
Tolstoy still waiting  here unread

The language  will construct the world out there
Inner tyres are tubes and filled with air.