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山田維史の遊卵画廊

Poetry of Tadami Yamada(4)

The River of Lead

Well it's because of the city river;
　　Fishes staled at a damper
　　Dull dull river
Stands still or runs down.

The river of lead, the river of lead;
　　Crowds of people
　　Showy decollated thin clothes
　　Men & women, young & old
　　Buildings, streets & cars
　　Shit & piss, carcasses of smelled rats

It's because of the city river;
　　Red lights,blue lights
　　Advertising illuminations reflect
Dull in the river of no revolutions.

The Red Moon

When the night extend wafery sky
I cut the skin of sky by a razor
The red crescent moon comes out.
As looking up, a huge badly hand
Blooms above the city like a flower.
Standing a collar of my overcoat,
Drawing in my neck like a cat,
I jump activery up a trash can
In back alley, and wait a wizard.

Ah Me! Try Now

On the rust colored horizon of the segregation
There are concrete small world of you and I
Wishing you let me hear your respiration,
I'm in a gravelike room with bated breath

I desired you in most earnestly
It admitted of no question
The gray walls cut off me from you coldly

It will be soon that I see
Rotten blue mosses to grew,
Urine stinky mosses to grew,
On the old walls which fixed about me

Also it is certain that my mind
Will be full of the dead mottles.
As I 'll corruot in without taking your sound

Ah me! try now to thrust out with my fist!
If I would touch you I should do it.
Ah me! don't stick to myself, now for it!
I know the walls are of cowardly my heart

Dialogue

When I came to myself, the lid
Of the cell was shut behind me
I was an obedient invalid
A physician coming in without a knock
At the door, asked me to be restored from sick
Shaking my head I replied to him
"No, I don't"
Then he gone out with a smile
Following him with my eyes vacantly
I noticed a knife under my foot,
Felt uneasy, and when looked upward
The ceilling suddenly dropped down, and
Stopped short of six inches over my head
The cell was locked up by the outside
"Do you get well to health?"
I kept in silence・・・・・

Parting

I plodded, for ever and ever,
On boundless grassy plain.
The nights have come a number of times
But why not, the morning never comes
Grassy plain as far as I can see・・・as ever

A Boy and An Orange

A boy throwing up an orange
Like a rubber ball up
Into the winter chilly sky
Ran across the town's intersection
Seeing him I wondered at the scene
Having inside the spring of the boy's life
The spring seemed to moisten
Tenderly my lips
In the sik light of cold winter

Stray in the Spring

Plod earnestly along a narrow path
Sorrowful; wiping tears but they burst forth

As just evening, things are lost in the gray shadow
Then in a broad expanse of mustard flowers by meadow
Gold suddenly fly asunder around

Getting a scatterdgold in my hand
Throwing it,
Throwing it into the sky, I walk

Although the impression of a moment was most
Yet it now vanished like a ghost
It may be as well as the spring of my youth
Plod earnestly along a narrow path
Sorrowful heart; wiping tears but they burst forth

Spring's Pain

Sprawl out on the fragrant field
Delight my eyes upon golden horizon
A sigh flickers
In the deep sky a white sloop glides on

Phantoms of love lost children
Skip rope among brilliant wods
In the picnic baskets
Mud's smells sre stuffed up
Instead of biscuits

I feel inclined to weep
Carve the word love on the ground
Carve the word hate on the ground
By the knife which I always hold it tight in my hand
The spring is now sweet feeling in pain as well as I am

The rain Drops

The rain drops fall simplicity
shining endlessly
twinkling newly
onto the holy holly

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