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“Alas I wish to die;
alas I wish to live;
alas I, over every extinguished past,
let tears gush out.
Out of the sky
the wind blows.”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
alas I wish to live;
alas I, over every extinguished past,
let tears gush out.
Out of the sky
the wind blows.”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
“I want to gaze at the horizon and I can't,
for the wraiths of heatwaves keep standing up and sitting down
- I end up squatting.”
―
for the wraiths of heatwaves keep standing up and sitting down
- I end up squatting.”
―
“How do you make the morning come?
The morning will come by itself
How and where will it come?
It will wash its face, then come out
Is that tomorrow?
That is tomorrow morning
Now the crickets are singing, aren't they?
And the Bugle is sounding the last post, isn't it?
Trains are still running
It's not the witching hour yet, is it?”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
The morning will come by itself
How and where will it come?
It will wash its face, then come out
Is that tomorrow?
That is tomorrow morning
Now the crickets are singing, aren't they?
And the Bugle is sounding the last post, isn't it?
Trains are still running
It's not the witching hour yet, is it?”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
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