Late Gathering - Poet Sagawa Chika

Poems

Late Gathering

English
Japanese

I whistle and they return from deep in the sky, so as not to be drowned by the endless colors. Emerald, ruby, and diamond flower petals drenched in new brilliance roam the fields and mountains. Thin folds of drooping grass convey the slightest breeze. The terrace opens to the sea, and countless damp conversations spill out. No longer, but at times vividly.

遅い集まり

口笛を吹くとまた空のかなたからやつて来る、限りない色彩におぼれることのないやうに。エメラルドやルビイやダイヤモンドの花弁が新しい輝きに充ちて野山をめぐる。うなだれる草の細い襞が微風を送る。テラスは海に向つて開かれ、数へ切れぬ程の湿つた会話がこぼれる。今はなく、時には鮮やかに。