Poems
Translated as “Grape Spot” by Miryam Sas
Translated as “Grape Stains” by Sawako Nakayasu
葡萄の汚点
The eye shaded by clouds in the rocking chair of afternoon
gazes at the black spot flying through space.
Leaving behind a mark of teeth, a branch full of leaves solemnly
rises toward the sky.
Might the stemless flowers, that had once hazed over the darkness
of my lids, still now be burying the bent road of the
north country?
Pure thought crushed by autumn and shadow.
As my flesh quietly tramples them in a corner of the garden,
I look for the whereabouts of something falling into ruin.
Under the trees the revolving wings become its helpless coffin.
The juice of a crushed grape
dyes the air, darkness is soaked by the air.
Lingering in the pallid dusk
people heavily hang their hearts out to dry.
In the afternoon rocking chair, cloud-covered eyes gaze
at the black specks darting through the air.
A branch loaded with leaves rises solemnly to the sky, leaving behind
teeth marks.
Now, as ever, are the stemless flowers which once grazed the darkness
of my eyelids burying the warped streets of the northern lands.
Pure thoughts and shadows crushed by autumn.
My flesh, while trampling quietly upon them in the corner of the yard,
watches over the whereabouts of that which is destroyed.
As wings circling under the trees turn into their helpless coffin.
The juice of the crushed grapes
Stain the sky, and darkness is dampened by the air.
Lingering in the pallid dusk
People hang their heavy hearts to dry.
雲に蔽はれた眼が午後の揺り椅子の中で空中を飛ぶ黒い斑点を見てゐる。
歯型を残して、葉に充ちた枝がおごそかに空にのぼる。
かつて私の眼瞼の暗がりをかすめた、茎のない花が、
いまもなほ北国の歪んだ路を埋めてゐるのだらうか。
秋が粉砕する純粋な思惟と影。
私の肉体は庭の隅で静かにそれらを踏みつけながら、
滅びるものの行方を眺めてゐる。
樹の下で旋囘する翼がその無力な棺となるのを。
押しつぶされた葡萄の汁が
空気を染め、闇は空気に濡らされる。
蒼白い夕暮時に佇んで
人々は重さうに心臓を乾してゐる。