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Michiko

Your breast was like a sea
Generously dry grass rise.
Far sky, blue wave,
And with cool breeze blew
Across the branches of pine trees
The white, white shore spread.

And from a distant view the sky of flux
Was beautiful to the end
Twisting waves, waves to the beach
The shape changed fast.
No one looked, a full sail and a one sail
I was admiring ships came and went.
Also beautifulness of your brow
Suddenly was surprised a noise
You woke up from the dream of a nap
Like a steer, innocent
Lightly and gracefully
Leaned back, and overwhelmed.

Timidness, flowing nape was a rainbow
Fragile, arms like a twins
Clapped with a phrase of a zither, and danced
The sea was a painful gold that praised a sunset
The offshore torrent, was so far, was silently abundant
Something in the sky, I saw that your moment of passing away.

To the sadness got dirty……

On the sadness got dirty
Also today a little snow falls
To the sadness got dirty
Also today a wind blow and pass by

The sadness got dirty is
For example wear of raccoon
The sadness got dirty is
Stiff by a little snow falls

The sadness got dirty is
No hope and no wish
The sadness got dirty
Dreams to pass away in an apathy

By the sadness got dirty
I’m seized with fear painful
By the sadness got dirty
I don’t know what to do and the sun is going to fall……

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I

My lover, you are kind to me,
But I’m obstinate. Last evening after I left you,
I drank and criticized a weak man. This morning
I wake up, I’m remembering your kindness
I recite a poem of my filthiness, and
I give myself away, here I make confession, without a shame
and a dignity, also an honesty
I’m driven by my phantom, I go mad.
Without seeing my inmost heart,
My lover, you are kind to me
I was very obstinate, and selfish like a child!
I wake up, and in my brain I would hate that suffers a hangover
At the outside, I’m feeling a kind of sense of the cold morning
I think your kindness, also remember a man I hated.
And yet, I’m sad and lose my mind,
This morning I believe by myself, that I’m nothing more than a silly guy!

II

Her heart is so straight!
She was brought up roughly,
Had no support, also her heart
Was not considered, In a confusion
She has lived, her heart is
So straight more than mine and is not be shaken.

She is beautiful. In the course of society without intorelance
She lives cleverly and simply.
By the vulger vortex the real world,
Sometime her heart gave in, made a fuss weakly,
But, still now, the last dignity isn’t lose
She is beautiful and clever!

Formerly his mind, he owed a very loving heart, is it!
However, now in addition he has already given up.
Selfish, childish beast or child alone,
She could meet. Moreover she did not know,
She simply thinks that all people are worthless.
And, she’s stretched thin. She is pitiful!

III

It is the life I live afflicting, my heart
It is stubborn so it exists.
I wish I were not intimate
My heart, it is stubborn so it exists.

I am stubborn, qulqsefois, the eyes to the heart
To my mind, the function of words breaks
One is in a cordial air, all people is in a good dream,
Everyone has their own birthright, and these things cannot be shared.

My heart and mind are forgotten and renounced,
By bad drunkenness, I seek beauty in a mad state
It’s sad how I live!

I wear feelings that come to my own heart,
The heart that tries to win others is made of noise
It is not sad there are landscapes have fever.

IV

I think about you.
In a clear feeling cherished and cordial,
I banish morning and night too.
As I feel that I am criminal.

I love you, as well as I can.
I think about various things, but I can think
There’s nothing I can do, I can’t stop,
I think I fully express my ideas to you.

And, now, for me except I do like this
I can find no hope or purpose
Doing like this is my happiness.

I am happy, I forget all the worries of the world,
I know not all things,
I devote myself to you, so I am happy.

V Happiness

Happiness is in a stable
On a straw.
Happiness
The heart cordial it understands of only one line.

_ _ The headstrong heart is unhappy and annoyed
_ _ At least he was entertained.
_ _ Exciting Things and Diverse Things.
_ _ So I was always unhappy.

Happiness rested
And it had to do
Would wait little by little,
Happiness is rich in understanding.

_ _ The headstrong heart is without understanding,
_ _ He didn’t know what he had to do, Only made a profit,
_ _ Was depressed and angry,
_ _ He was not loved by people, self is sad.

Therefore people, must observe first.
Observe, he did not receive,
As he learned to observe alone, he learned
I raised elegance, to make my activity abundant!

Midnight: for Seiichiro Utsumi

Every night, every night, the night was coming on, from the nearby public baths
_ _ I listened to the sound of drawing water
The hot water from the rest poured out and exhaled steam,
_ _ It’s a nostalgic black night in Musashino.
Soft mist hovered and
_ _ The moon rose above,
And a dog howled.

At that moment, in front of a fireplace,
_ _ I was dreaming a bored dream.
Enough…… Now the loss in my heart cancels
_ _ There is tenderness still,
At night I listen to her whispering away
_ _ At the same time I thank a lot,
I listen with many thanks.

Sinner’s song: for Rokuro Abe

My life was cut short, by the clumsy gardener
Very early, it’s sad!
Since that time, my blood almost all
Circulated in my head, burning, boiling and foaming.

Without peace and quiet, I was getting angry,
I tried to search the outside world.
This behaviour was stupid,
And this thought is hard to share.

However, this poor tree,
Rough and stiff bark, by sky and wind,
The heart did not endure, was immersed in the feeling of remembrance,
Was lazy, its gestures were intermittent,
This heart was weak people, flattered, so
He could not stop doing all the stupid things, it does not exist in me.

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Boyhood

Summer sunlight burned a dark blue stone,
The field of the garden slept in red.

Beyond the horizon a vapour occurred,
As the world perishes, it looks like the omen.

Wind lowly blew up on a wheat field,
It was blurry, and grey.

Like a shadow of wind fell,
Passed the surface of the field, the appearance of an ancient giant–

At a time of the afternoon
Everyone took a nap,
I ran on a wild field……

I bite my hope by rip
Was giving up with my shifty eyes…..
Ah, I was living, I was living!

A Blind Autumn

I

The wind blew, and the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm in the front of eternity.

During that time, I could see small red flowers,
_ But it would be squashed soon too.

The wind blew, and the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm ahead of eternity.

I thought it would be back eternally
_ I had been taken sigh many times……

My adolescence already became a hard blood vessel,
_ A cluster-amaryllis and a dark went through in it.

It was silent, and shining, overflowingly fill with it,
_ Like a woman who passed by gave a smile in the last,

Significant, affluent, also dreary
_ Unorthodox, worm and it rests in my heart brilliantly……

_ _ Ah, it rests in my heart……

The wind blew, the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm ahead of eternity.

II

What this will be, What that will be,
It’s not a problem for me.

How will this going, how will that going,
It’s not a problem for me even more so.

All you need is a pride for humans!
I can obey me by my own order……

Pride, pride, pride, pride,
Only it doesn’t make humane activities guilty.

Unconcerned, lively, and like a bunch of straw sadly,
I put a morning mist in a boiled pot, and it’s good I can jump to wake up only!

III

At least in the time of passing away,
The girl would show her breast for me?
_ I wish she would not wear white foundation at the time,
_ I wish she would not wear white foundation at the time.

I hope she would only open the breast,
And cast a shadow on my eyes.
_ I wish she would not think of anything,
_ I wish she would not think of anything for me also.

Only silently and silently shed tears,
And breathe warmly.
–If the tears shed,

It’s good suddenly she would lay on my body,
And she could destroy me.
Then I would get comfortable, and windingly ascend to heaven.

My Cigarettes’ Smoke

Your, two white traces,
_ Twilight, cold twilight in a harbour town,
One after another, walked above the vape.
_ The lights were on in the store, the lights were on,
And I was walking while seeing the,
_ You called me,
And go somewhere and take a rest.

So I overlooked the bridge and dock workers,
_ And I entered the restaurant–
A hustle and bustle sounded wow wow, a displeased steam,
_ There was another world.
Then I looked at your cheerful face which was not match there,
_ I puffed a cigarette sadly.
A puff, a puff, I puffed it……

To My Sister

The night, a beautiful spirit sprang up,
_ –The girl was the very right–
The night, a beautiful spirit sprang up,
_ It’s good to pass away by now…… She said.

On a black soil of a humid field, above short grasses
_ A night breeze blew,
It’s good to pass away, it’s good to pass away, that
_ A beautiful spirit sprang up.

At night, the sky is high, the blowing wind was delicate
_ To pray, for me, was the only thing to do……

Portrait in a Cold Night

It was not gorgeous
I didn’t let this rope off
And passed this dark area!
The will was obvious
I didn’t regret the winter night
People’s grief of impatience and
Hums of girls who were tempted by longings
I felt my trivial punishment
It, only to prick my skin.

With staggering and keeping silent,
Having a mind like a bit literary language
I calmed down my idleness
And was walking under a cold moon.

To be cheerful, be indifferent, and to sell myself, is,
That the thing my sprit hoped!

Shade of a Tree

Reflected the sunlight, the gate of shrine
Leafs of an elm were quivered
A summer noon deep blue shade of a tree
Calmed down my regret

Gloomy regret, regret always haunted
My past was full of ridiculous laughters
And it had became a tearful reflection
Then became a firm fatigue.

So, now, from morning to night
In my life to endure is the act I own
Like a mourning without a rancor
My eyes look up at the sky–

Reflected the sunlight, the gate of shrine
Leafs of an elm were quivered
A summer noon deep blue shade of a tree
Calmed down my regret

Lost Hope

Vanishing in the dark sky
_ Burning hope in my adolescence.

Stars of summer night still now
_ They appear and hide in the sky, still now.

Disappear in the dark sky
_ The dream and the hope in my adolescence.

Now I lie down on here
_ Like an animal, having gloomy feeling.

This gloomy feeling in one of these days
_ I don’t know it will be cheered up,

Like from the sea I drown,
_ Look at, the moon in the sky.

The wave is so much high
_ The moon is so much pure,

Pitiful burning hope in my adolescence
_ Is vanishing in the dark sky now.

Summer

Like vomiting blood, languor, looseness
Also today the sunshine on a field, and wheat
By the sadness like sleeping, the sky is far
Like vomiting blood, languor, looseness

The sky is burning, also the field
Clouds flow, and brilliantly light
The sun burns also today too, and the Earth sleeps
For a painful feeling like vomiting.

A history of my mind like a storm
Like a thing already has ended
Like a thing there’s no clue one can pull in
It sleeps at beyond the burning sun.

I rest, as a lost body–
Like vomiting blood, painful feeling, sadness.

Imagery

I

Blown a tree of pine,
The sound of sand I tread was lonely.
A warm wind washed my cheeks
My mind was far, and good old.

I sat down,
Then I can hear the sound of waves for the moment.
There was no star
The sky was dark cotton.

On a small boat happened to pass by
The boatman said something to his wife.
— I couldn’t hear, the words.

I heard the sound of waves for a time.

II

All things of the past will be ruined
I weep.
The wall of a castle got dry
A wind blow

Glasses bend
Beyond a hill, across a field
Without rest
I wish only a white angel come here

Pitifully I want to try to pass away,
Pitifully I want to try to stay living
Pitifully, for all things of the past will be ruined
I weep.
From the vain sky,
A wind blow

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