“Quietude
Nothing visits me;
my heart is quiet.
It was Sunday’s roofed school paths,
- everyone gone to the meadow.
The floorboards have a cold shine,
small birds are singing in the garden.
The half-shut tap’s
droplet blinks!
The earth is rose-coloured, larks in the sky;
the sky is a beautiful April.
Nothing visits me;
my heart is quiet.”
―
Chūya Nakahara,
The Poems of Nakahara Chuya