Winter Poem by Nameless Yokai

I.
The cutting cold winter wind
Whispers in the broad branches of the tree,
Which stands on the roadside.
The rustling of the leaves
Resembles the whisper of the girls.
The ravens next door
Chime in it carefree.

II.
The street in the afternoon is empty.
The train on the back mountain,
Which enters this place
Leaves screams and squeaks.
Like a naughty child
Who wants to attract attention;
Or a hateful passerby
Who would mock the silence.

III.
I right now
Standing by the window
Feel the sobriety,
That the cold causes
And think about the near future.
Cold and warm
Are now no opposing poles,
But they intertwine
And merge into one.
I stretch out my arms,
Try to grab something,
But finally I find out
That all of these efforts
Are merely in vain.

IV.
Thousands of feelings are in my heart,
They become words and accumulate.
When I open my mouth,
However, they hide.
'Coward', I secretly insult.
It smiles at me and makes its head droop.
I sigh, but then I laugh too
And let it be.

V.
Suddenly something pours into my head,
I take my pen, a piece of paper
And documented it.
After that I am dissatisfied with it
And want to correct it.
Suddenly I am frightened,
Suddenly I comprehend.
The winter is still the winter,
The landscape is still the landscape,
The object is still the object,
Yet man
is no longer man.

—— 29.01.2021