A Wood in Soundby Shinkichi Takahashi
English version by Lucien Stryk and Takashi Ikemoto
Original Language Japanese
The pine tree sways in the smoke,
Which streams up and up.
There's a wood in sound.
My legs lose themselves
Where the river mirrors daffodils
Like faces in a dream.
A cold wind and the white memory
Of a sasanqua.
Warm rain comes and goes.
I'll wait calmly on the bank
Till the water clears
And willows start to bud.
Time is singed on the debris
Of air raids.
Somehow, here and now, I am another.
|-- from Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breeze Enter, Translated by Lucien Stryk / Translated by Takashi Ikemoto|