KotaroTakamura

Definitely winter has come.
The evergreen shrub's white flowers have disappeared.
The ginko trees have turned into brooms.
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Mars is out.
After all, what should be done? The query
brings back to a beginning a way of thought it was hard for me to follow.
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what's so funny about raising an ostrich?
with only a few square yards of mud in a zoo,
aren't the legs too long?
the neck, isn't it too long?
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In silence a knife is being sharpened.
Though the sun is already sinking, it is still being sharpened.
The back and the front tightly placed,
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Half wet with spring rain, the morning newspaper,
a little heavy in my hands,
is cutting into shreds the letters and characters of this life.
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(O mata fukitsunoru ame kaze.)
O another deluge of wind and rain.
Collar turned up, getting drenched in this splashing rain,
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Chieko sees what cannot be seen,
hears what cannot be heard.
Chieko goes to places one cannot go,
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You had been so waiting for a lemon
In your sad and white and bright deathbed
Your perfect teeth bit with a crunch
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My poetry is not part of western poetry;
The two touch, circumference against circumference,
But never quite coincide….
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The bottle of plum wine made and left by dead Chieko,
dully stagnant with ten years' weight, holds the light,
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In front of me no road
behind me a road is made
ah the natural
a father
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How I dread the thought
Of you leaving——

Like the bearing of fruit before blooming,
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Not to play,
not to waste time,
you come to meet me.
-- Painting no paintings, reading no
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In the gas stove, a fire is burning.
Oolong tea, wind, a wispy evening moon.

—— That's it. —— How things stand in this world.
The kind of earn ...
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