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“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.”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
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.”
― The Poems of Nakahara Chuya
“Song of Upbringing"
I
infancy
the snow that fell on me
was like floss silk
childhood
the snow that fell on me
was like sleet
seventeen to nineteen
the snow that fell on me
dropped like hail
twenty to twenty-two
the snow that fell on me
seemed like balls of ice
twenty-three
the snow that fell on me
looked like a blizzard
twenty-four
the snow that fell on me
became so mournful
II
the snow that falls on me
falls like petals
when the burning firewood makes a noise
and the frozen sky darkens
the snow that fell on me
so delicate and lovely
fell reaching out a hand
the snow that fell on me
was like tears
that sink into a burning forehead
to the snow that fell on me
I offered heartfelt thanks and prayed to God
that I would live a long life
the snow that fell on me
was so chaste”
―
I
infancy
the snow that fell on me
was like floss silk
childhood
the snow that fell on me
was like sleet
seventeen to nineteen
the snow that fell on me
dropped like hail
twenty to twenty-two
the snow that fell on me
seemed like balls of ice
twenty-three
the snow that fell on me
looked like a blizzard
twenty-four
the snow that fell on me
became so mournful
II
the snow that falls on me
falls like petals
when the burning firewood makes a noise
and the frozen sky darkens
the snow that fell on me
so delicate and lovely
fell reaching out a hand
the snow that fell on me
was like tears
that sink into a burning forehead
to the snow that fell on me
I offered heartfelt thanks and prayed to God
that I would live a long life
the snow that fell on me
was so chaste”
―
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