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Poetry of Tadami Yamada(6)

The Rain of Grief

Belated rainy season has set in.
Crimson roses are in the rain.
The petals are falling now and then.
The rural blue perspective so deepen.

Being exposed to the rain,
A travelar thinks of his home,
Where he is absent from.

Holding sadness in his breast,
Does his travel continues forever?
The rain shades the distant forest.
Was it dyed such a grief color ever?

The travelar is standing.
He must be dreaming,
In this dimly light of the rain.

I blow a ground cherry quietly,
Seeing the travelar to disappear in rain.
He turns his pale face ahead firmly.
Belated rainy season has set in.

Discretion of Dream

A starvelling baby on my top is kicking my head:
Slapping his buttocks, "No more of that!",
I should ought to scold severely so, or
I should ought to resign my mind that
There is no altenative as he is a baby.
I'm thinking chewing a bone of salted salmon;
Salty juice full my mouth,
Soak into my mind and body.
I think till when, feeling like to cry cry cry
Suddenly,
The starvelling baby becomes myself in my dream

In the Snowing

Look up the distant sky snowing
The body is inhaled to far away
Tears look like mercury
If you feel bein' solitary
Open hand, touch the snow
Clean up living in sorrow!
Run out with singing
Sing in the snowing

The Unreasonable Progressive Form

You disclose me a lot of your secret
But don't make the deepest clean breast,
Like a gravedigger burying the dead,
With false tears in looking much sad

I think these are my days
But don't rather think so,
Like the old one pretending to sigh so,
When to look back one's young days

Sufferings are mine but are got up by me
Anxiety and rest usually join each hands
Despair and hope get confuse my mind
These're our problems which absorb me

We don't take the rough with the smooth
As if ornate recollections miss the truth
Tangles exclude the goodness
Life becomes deep darkness

Is genius nimbler than insanity to come?
Does the death come more quickly than life?
Love and hate, like clockwork, tic away time.
You and I, like mice, run down maze of life.

LIfe is clumsy clumsy tumbling corm
It may rot in somewhere
It may bloom some day somewhere
World is unreasonable progressive form

Therefore
High-minded would need degeneration
Therefore
Degeneration would need high-minded

Her Sea

When I look into blue eye of the girl
The innerside is the real sea, I believe
Her lips trembles, it's sound of waves
Dividing her lips with my third finger,
I look for brilliant snow-white pearl
Shells glittering, bite softly my finger

The girl is already shedding tears over
That's ok, we used to weep for the lover,
For the truth laying in the deep of sea.
We think we've been in solitary before,
Wish great magnanimousness melting us.
Now let me swim naked in the shining sea

When the girl cries, I also cry
We kiss each other tasting eternity
I find out the real sea in her eye

A Rainy Day

Listening rainy sound,
My lonly heart bound
Hasty rain drops dance,
On the cast-iron fence
Cheshire cat gazes at it,
Giving milk to a kit
Tea pot is hissing
She doesn't calling
Listening rainy sound,
I feel a pain all at once
I know her in sixth sense
My lonly heart bound

Darknes

Today also
Night comes
To embrace me.
Since to be gripped by the finger,
My concreteness becomes ambiguous.
Hot breaths are
Smeared with shadow.
Night moves
And I groan

My exit
Night closes.
The bubbling secret key.
Although stars do not lose brightness,
I don't have even the power of them.
But I don't close my eyes
Rather, I do open them.
Shedding blood
And I groan

My breast
There is nothing
There is no language
I'm folding about the limbs like a baby,
While bearing the weight of night.
But I don't worry
About pain of birth.
Receive a drop of night
In the quivering tongue,
I don't resist
any longer

The Song of Winter

Cold wind! the wind is crying
Look! a bird have wings torn
Alas! the bird is dying

Then winter has come
It snows my mind numb
There's a withered tree

The shrike executed catch
The wind executes the shrike
The shrike is pierced in a branch

I trudge along my mind the rounds
Although there's the tree behind me
My shadow crawls on snowy ground,

Extends long long stripe,
Covers the withered tree completely,
And hides the body of a shrike.

Oh, winter! it's in a shadow
Oh, winter! it's very frozen
Oh, winter! it's for a long while

The wind blew, winter has come
The wind blew, winter has come
My mind crew, inner has been numb

To the Night River; Youthful Melancholy

The frozen shadow
Of the lofty building
Falls suddenly,
And wraps me.
Street's footsteps
Shake like tinnitus
Tired people, take me
Toward the night river

I image of death on my breast,
Looking at the building
Which cuts heavens.
And I here sound of fierce wind.
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
Walk, walk like a rainy dog

Youthful
limitless corruption.
Desolated days
Of thoughts wandering.
Unmindful posture.
Word is reticent melancholy.
To sleep I flow and go
Toward the night river

Flowing from one lane to another
I long in agony for
Peple converse on trite stories
I don't know what I'm looking for
Walk, walk like a rainy dog
Walk, walk like a rainy dog

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