the day is ending
out of a monastery gate
an alluring youth is coming home
he tosses a ball
up into the day closing fast
tossing it high into the sky
still playing as he comes home
in a quiet street
colors are subdued on both people and trees
the sky flows like dreams
Translation: 2010, Takako Lento
this is from the book ''Sokuryosen'' (publisher: Daiichi Shobo,1930)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but see Tatsuji's poem ''The adolescent''...