they are an unknown universe ever since
the first story of creation, those butterflies
a seed is carried from flower to flower
on early summer days in disguise
a phrygian statue evokes
past glory in the museum where it lies
loved ones may be far or forgotten
but as years go by we remember their eyes
translated by Talat S. Halman
How well the whole summer passed,
nights in a small garden. . .
you white as lilies
and in a furtive thought. . .
as if in the full moon night
the reverie can’t be crossed
becoming a palace
as if in house arrest
How well the whole summer passed,
nights in the small garden. . .
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
One hundred spring mornings weep for me
They become one hundred autumn twilights
The sword is the longest of paths
One hundred roses bring no comfort to the tomb
One hundred winters I will sleep in your arms
I am a child who has run himself ragged
Only you can embrace all my dreams
And calm me to the rhythm of my own heartbeat
Sleeping soundly in your arms I am transformed into a hundred infants
I curl to your breast and suck in your body’s heat
I am a child crying bitterly with fatigue
Only your kiss can sip my tears
Can give me peace as deep as an ancient well
In your arms I’ll sleep soundly for one hundred winters
I’ll divide into one hundred nude young women and one hundred roses
I’ll brew a choking liquor and hot blood
I am a child tired out from loneliness and growth
Only your crazy rhythm gives birth to my confidence and pride
I accept the comfort of strength
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts;
Together we savor fog, haze and rainbows.
We seem to always live apart,
But actually depend upon each other forever.
This has to be called extraordinary love.
Faith resides in it:
Love–
I love not only your sublime body
But the space you occupy,
The land beneath your feet.
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
Yes, I am in love.
They were talking about me
Before daylight,
Although I began to love
Without knowing it.
Koi su tefu
Waga na wa madaki
Tachi ni keri
Hito shirezu koso
Omoi someshi ga
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
I will sway this way and that
to the whims of your heart,
you who are to me
like the unique and precious jewel
nestled in a crown of hair.
translated by Ian Hideo Levy
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
translated by Robert Bly
We met on the stone bridge,
the birches stood watch for us,
the river gleaming like an eel wound toward the sea.
We twisted together in order to create God,
there was a rustling in the grain,
and a wave shot out of the rye.
translated by Robert Bly
If I could make a stallion
of the crimson cloud that sails
darkened in the night,
I would fly nine thousand leagues
to be held in your arms
while you lie asleep.
But this I cannot do.
When you hear the rain fall,
take it for my tears
that I shed every night.
translated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
I miss the place where my beloved is.
I miss her because I cannot serve her.
Don’t you ever watch a bird winging
north and south, drawn home by instinct?
translated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
Erm, what am I doing with my life?
Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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