the line of beetles passes greenly through the orchard
crawling along the underside of the leaves they multiply over and over
disgorging mucus from their nostrils
it becomes the blue mist
from time to time they
disappear into the sky soundlessly flapping their wings
women with inflamed eyes
gather up the unripe fruit
the sky has myriad scars
hanging loose like elbows
and then, I watch
the orchard splits right down the middle
and from that crack, the bare ground, burning like clouds, appears
Insects pierce green through the orchard
Crawl the undersides of leaves
Ceaselessly multiplying.
Mucous expelled from nostrils
In a blue mist.
At times, they
Without a sound, flutter and vanish into the sky.
The ladies, with bleary eyes
Gather the unripe fruit.
The sky has countless scars.
Hanging like elbows.
And then I see
The orchard cleaving from the center.
The skin of the earth emerges there, burning like a cloud.
果樹園を昆虫が緑色に貫き
葉裏をはひ たへず繁殖してゐる
鼻孔から吐きだす粘液
それは青い霧である
時々 彼らは
音もなく羽搏きをして空へ消える
婦人達はただれた目付で
未熟な実を拾つてゐる
空には無数の瘡痕がついてゐる
肘のやうにぶらさがつて
それから私は見る
果樹園がまんなかから裂けてしまふのを
そこから雲のやうにもえてゐる地肌が現はれる