“Image (II)
Over every extinguished past,
tears gush out.
The castle wall is desiccated;
the wind blows.
The grass waves;
over the hills, across the fields
no rest;
white angels countenances do not appear.
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.”
―
Chūya Nakahara,
The Poems of Nakahara Chuya