2017-02-21

Tomb of Fireflies

original poem 〈螢火蟲之墓〉
english translation by Jeats


Tomb of Fireflies



I curled up so much to try to arch the
Space gradually withered
Memory maybe was the only silk suspended
Integrating craggy skeletons of the scenario, it forcefully
Snapped me at my cold myocardial

The river with vocal folds cut was in silence
The slanted swing quivered in fire
Behold! Dazzling flowers in bloom and fall
Stared in surprise with wings fluttering

But the grassland unselfishly with green of necessity
Rubbed agaist my melancholy soul and made me sink
And sink more. Tender 
Magnificently
Touching the hair of darkness

Perhaps I might forget the kind of gesture
Where you laid the umbrella was our home
Setsuko, let no tears fall
I hurled laughter back to the candy jar and shook it

Shook the step sounds of early death loud
Made a cloud linger around
To stop to become peaceful eye shade. Behold!
For now, I thought of flight and then I did

Cosmos Youth (The youth exists universally)

original poem 〈宇宙少年(少年宇宙地存在)〉
english translation by Jeats


Cosmos Youth (The youth exists universally)


Alone I prone on the rail
Stared with my eyes stark at those dancers.
Gorgeously swinging around the pool. On the glass, 
They slid with shush sounding.
Stunning, brisk, minimum
Scurry, elegant and simple
Dancing, unable to reach the very end
How unlimitedly huge 
A world it is! My mind started to
Revolve in flight and ponder repeatedly
What they meditate and Music is
What kind of Waltz?

What household that girl belongs to?
Such a charming look, so familiar and understanding
Always appeared in the Dancing Hall of night
With fragrance of cape jasmines
Perhaps, somewhere from the distance
We once went by with each other
But each of us went toward a
Destination unconfirmed. Is it
Far away where they were from?
There was surely a supreme teacher
Who still possessed unspeakable 
Profound dance skill

Whenever the curtain lowered down
I then came to the pool in solitude
Holding my chin, entranced, I glazed at
Brilliant garments shining unceasingly
Dressed in Tutu skirt
That unknown girl, when is 
My turn to ask her for a dance?

2017-02-18

Moths/ Withered Tree/ Fates of Difference/ The Pilose Beggarticks Along The Hill Road

original poem〈飛蛾〉
english translation by Jeats

Moths


Moths fled to the lamp 
Swallows caught them all


Many moths were flying to the street lamps. At the same time, ten swallows, more or less, were circling around the lamps fast back and forth and biting away those moths. Though eaten away one by one by swallows, moths still were concentrated on their goal without any fear to get away and any hesitation to cease proceeding. They just fled up to the lights; that seemed to be their destiny. However, ironically, almost all the moths were bitten away before they touched up their goal. Less than ten minutes, all the moths were the delicious dinner to swallows. Then, it was all in silence outside the window (The scene I saw at my dinner in Mosburger’s.)



2017-02-15

Dream of a Butterfly/ Taichi/ Solitude

original poem 〈蝶之夢〉
english translation by Jeats 



Dream of a Butterfly


Have you been to a fancy Wonderland? 
There existed a deep dark green night sky 
Have you ever experienced there 
A beautiful encounter 
Since when the wind slightly stirred your garment 
I just recollected the time ago 
I seemed to have seen in pre-life 
Like this moment the mark shown on your nude 
A feast of breath-taking 
Rain of shooting stars 
Gradually floating in the wind 
Around me

***
original poem 〈太極〉
english translation by Jeats

Taichi


Self, the night roamer regards the sky
Through a pipe. In fire has the Phoenix revived
Spectrum of cloud-smoke has moved toward
The other end of Melancholy, but
Perhaps year by year it is
The unbearable beauty of terror
And illusion
Sea, is now and then everywhere; Self as shadowed
Man in Mirror of mutual root
Mature, spirit, intangible Nirvana 
The mirror holder is aged increasingly while I get younger
Until the negative number is consumed as to
Infinite number
Human body reaches the feverish solitude of death
Sea is stuffed with positive matter
Briefly deviated from urgent balances
Ripples are being clamorous
Who, making common things obtain spirits 
To imitate their host
The sophisticated labyrinth is
Fabricated of the simplest complicatedness
Who leads him to trial-error
Who makes him oblivious
And entrusts him Memory
Passing away is simply the beginning unconscious
Poppy. Yi, metaphysical or physical
Everything in the universe, is, at least
Remembered or collected by someone or something
Pry the time bondage open with your faith and intuition
A blink is then another circle of life
Seeming so, my dream. It is the constant-abiding 
Night that stretches out its tentacles
Twisted with thin lines of my Destiny
Pro of Yan and Con of Yin, fragments
Maybe it’s just as Taichi
To stare up at endless stars; that’s all the Self
All  women are
The most beautiful Spiral
Nevertheless, I am also a mayfly or an ant
Divining future of chaos, fullness and emptiness ...........


***

original poem 〈孤寂〉
english translation by Jeats 


Solitude

Seemingly such a flawless moment in Solitude 
Firmament as off its heavy burden 
A guest house of the vein of mine on the soulless terrene I, am just being 

 A outer shell without its snail