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Translation | “Boyhood” Songs of A Goat by Chuya Nakahara

Boyhood

Summer sunlight burned a dark blue stone,
The field of the garden slept in red.

Beyond the horizon a vapour occurred,
As the world perishes, it looks like the omen.

Wind lowly blew up on a wheat field,
It was blurry, and grey.

Like a shadow of wind fell,
Passed the surface of the field, the appearance of an ancient giant–

At a time of the afternoon
Everyone took a nap,
I ran on a wild field……

I bite my hope by rip
Was giving up with my shifty eyes…..
Ah, I was living, I was living!

A Blind Autumn

I

The wind blew, and the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm in the front of eternity.

During that time, I could see small red flowers,
_ But it would be squashed soon too.

The wind blew, and the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm ahead of eternity.

I thought it would be back eternally
_ I had been taken sigh many times……

My adolescence already became a hard blood vessel,
_ A cluster-amaryllis and a dark went through in it.

It was silent, and shining, overflowingly fill with it,
_ Like a woman who passed by gave a smile in the last,

Significant, affluent, also dreary
_ Unorthodox, worm and it rests in my heart brilliantly……

_ _ Ah, it rests in my heart……

The wind blew, the wave rolled
_ I swung my arm ahead of eternity.

II

What this will be, What that will be,
It’s not a problem for me.

How will this going, how will that going,
It’s not a problem for me even more so.

All you need is a pride for humans!
I can obey me by my own order……

Pride, pride, pride, pride,
Only it doesn’t make humane activities guilty.

Unconcerned, lively, and like a bunch of straw sadly,
I put a morning mist in a boiled pot, and it’s good I can jump to wake up only!

III

At least in the time of passing away,
The girl would show her breast for me?
_ I wish she would not wear white foundation at the time,
_ I wish she would not wear white foundation at the time.

I hope she would only open the breast,
And cast a shadow on my eyes.
_ I wish she would not think of anything,
_ I wish she would not think of anything for me also.

Only silently and silently shed tears,
And breathe warmly.
–If the tears shed,

It’s good suddenly she would lay on my body,
And she could destroy me.
Then I would get comfortable, and windingly ascend to heaven.

My Cigarettes’ Smoke

Your, two white traces,
_ Twilight, cold twilight in a harbour town,
One after another, walked above the vape.
_ The lights were on in the store, the lights were on,
And I was walking while seeing the,
_ You called me,
And go somewhere and take a rest.

So I overlooked the bridge and dock workers,
_ And I entered the restaurant–
A hustle and bustle sounded wow wow, a displeased steam,
_ There was another world.
Then I looked at your cheerful face which was not match there,
_ I puffed a cigarette sadly.
A puff, a puff, I puffed it……

To My Sister

The night, a beautiful spirit sprang up,
_ –The girl was the very right–
The night, a beautiful spirit sprang up,
_ It’s good to pass away by now…… She said.

On a black soil of a humid field, above short grasses
_ A night breeze blew,
It’s good to pass away, it’s good to pass away, that
_ A beautiful spirit sprang up.

At night, the sky is high, the blowing wind was delicate
_ To pray, for me, was the only thing to do……

Portrait in a Cold Night

It was not gorgeous
I didn’t let this rope off
And passed this dark area!
The will was obvious
I didn’t regret the winter night
People’s grief of impatience and
Hums of girls who were tempted by longings
I felt my trivial punishment
It, only to prick my skin.

With staggering and keeping silent,
Having a mind like a bit literary language
I calmed down my idleness
And was walking under a cold moon.

To be cheerful, be indifferent, and to sell myself, is,
That the thing my sprit hoped!

Shade of a Tree

Reflected the sunlight, the gate of shrine
Leafs of an elm were quivered
A summer noon deep blue shade of a tree
Calmed down my regret

Gloomy regret, regret always haunted
My past was full of ridiculous laughters
And it had became a tearful reflection
Then became a firm fatigue.

So, now, from morning to night
In my life to endure is the act I own
Like a mourning without a rancor
My eyes look up at the sky–

Reflected the sunlight, the gate of shrine
Leafs of an elm were quivered
A summer noon deep blue shade of a tree
Calmed down my regret

Lost Hope

Vanishing in the dark sky
_ Burning hope in my adolescence.

Stars of summer night still now
_ They appear and hide in the sky, still now.

Disappear in the dark sky
_ The dream and the hope in my adolescence.

Now I lie down on here
_ Like an animal, having gloomy feeling.

This gloomy feeling in one of these days
_ I don’t know it will be cheered up,

Like from the sea I drown,
_ Look at, the moon in the sky.

The wave is so much high
_ The moon is so much pure,

Pitiful burning hope in my adolescence
_ Is vanishing in the dark sky now.

Summer

Like vomiting blood, languor, looseness
Also today the sunshine on a field, and wheat
By the sadness like sleeping, the sky is far
Like vomiting blood, languor, looseness

The sky is burning, also the field
Clouds flow, and brilliantly light
The sun burns also today too, and the Earth sleeps
For a painful feeling like vomiting.

A history of my mind like a storm
Like a thing already has ended
Like a thing there’s no clue one can pull in
It sleeps at beyond the burning sun.

I rest, as a lost body–
Like vomiting blood, painful feeling, sadness.

Imagery

I

Blown a tree of pine,
The sound of sand I tread was lonely.
A warm wind washed my cheeks
My mind was far, and good old.

I sat down,
Then I can hear the sound of waves for the moment.
There was no star
The sky was dark cotton.

On a small boat happened to pass by
The boatman said something to his wife.
— I couldn’t hear, the words.

I heard the sound of waves for a time.

II

All things of the past will be ruined
I weep.
The wall of a castle got dry
A wind blow

Glasses bend
Beyond a hill, across a field
Without rest
I wish only a white angel come here

Pitifully I want to try to pass away,
Pitifully I want to try to stay living
Pitifully, for all things of the past will be ruined
I weep.
From the vain sky,
A wind blow

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Translation | Gentle Poems vol. 2 by Michizo Tachihara

The preface poem

A quiet poem, softly
Do you, come, from where
To where, pass me
And come, to erase?

A blaze of the setting sun ends a day
And, When it would–
The stars, powerless, are full of heaven
When they begin to sparkle faintly
And climb higher, and sob
Like a chain, you, tender poem
You live, when, in my heart?

In what way, to your heart
I return, in the middle of the night
When it is full of light darkness?

I On refreshing May

Like moonlight overflow, to thy cheek
They would overflow, great tears of weeping, that drew the lines
Me, how, would I have them sustained?
You, have, silenced me……

« The stars, you were radiant
« The flowers, you were beautiful
« The birds, you have been kind
…… I’ll talk in your ear for a while
But I never said, once.
« How I love you
« Like what, do you, love me

Like a rose, blooms first time
I stopped crying, if we made a smile, on your cheek
I would have put my heart, from where?

II In a boi of deciduous trees

Like this
The cloud, became red
In the light
It stretched

I leaned against it
You, silent, were outside of me
Look, late to return
A bird flew below
For us, one day
Was long, like infinity

Of the cloud, of the bird
And, from the flowers of this twilight

Our, short lives
How much, to envy, did they think

III A sad campaign

Now someone, to me
Whispered a name of a flower, and left
To my ears, the wind, announced
Like a day of remembrance

Now someone, silently
His body revealed, beside me
Would fall scrambling, little butterflies
Like reaching out
Ah, and, “but”
Why did I say
At noon, that, “it’s all right whoever”

Now someone far away
Calls, my name…… ah, but
I don’t answer, you, a woman is not someone

IV After a Dream

« Your, heart
I didn’t understand
« My, heart
I did not understand

The missing moon, in the middle of the sky
Appears between the peaks
Already the wind has fallen
I can vaguely hear the voice of a mosquito
It, such as it is, will pass
Around us, this, silent night

Surely one day, that (it is the thing of old)
If our, hearts recall, I want! ……

« Your, heart, I did not understand
« My, heart, I did not understand

V In a boi of deciduous trees, again

Without me noticing, already autumn!, yesterday
Was summer…… A joyous and calm
Radiance, in the wood, murmurs
A place, surrounded by swaying herb leaves

When you left my house
Around that, a pale violet flower blooms
And now you come and say
That we will certainly endure
In the transparent sky, a great bell
Resounds, like a departure
I look at clouds, I look at a mountain range far away

You look at clouds, you look at a mountain range far away
But already, two glances begin to leave
You will return from me, the day of contentment, when will it come?

VI In the morning

Your heart, clear flowers
Like a sheaf, always
Speak to my heart, waking up
“A moment in the morning, this clear sky, blue sky

My heart is bruised
It’s you, you pulled out a splinter
Innocent, smile, and
Futile, from your heart, babble
Ah, the wind blows, it’s the fresh wind
Herbs, diggings, and the murmur of a stream
How they answer, who spoke

All things are born again!
A dew falls and dries
Birds, and butterflies, will lift it high

VII At noon again

I, on the distant sky and clouds flow
No longer a poem……
At noon, in the white light
You stand beside me

Neither flower, nor fledgling
Unlimited, your love
I want to believe, it’s good
I look at you all the time
Forever, like this, it’s better you survive

There are no barriers in the light
You and I live
All things are here! …… Our bounded circumference

VIII In the afternoon

Pace the solitary steps
Goats, calmly, grasses, eat
This green food, more than your
What, is beautiful meal!

My hunger, but, to him
Cannot arrive
My heart, is lonelier, trembles
By I would commit, faults, and falsehoods
From the eyes of gentle animals, is reflected
The colour of the sky, look!

« I, possess, anything?
« I, possess, anything?

Pace the solitary steps
Goats calmly eat grass

IX In the shade of a tree

In the days
Pitiful, it was not apparent
The word, now it
Has become great!

In your rib
And in me, it has grown
…… Outside the light fills
But still it shines
Now we rest
You and I wait, Deep in our ears
Meaningful, the wind whispers and passes

On a fountain, these little waves
Never stop shuddering…… Our
Hands capture, for this light

X The thing I dreamed……

The thing I dreamed, is happiness
The thing I wished for, is love
Some places in the mountains, silent villages were
On a clear Sunday, there was a blue sky

Holding umbrellas, country girls
Adorn themselves and sing
Tracing a great circle
Country girls dance a song
Says and sings
Blue wings, a chick
On a low branch sings

The thing I dreamed is happiness
The thing I wished for, is a love
These things all, there are here, I mean

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A Poetry About The Poetry by ChatGPT, Part 1

« Prologue »

In the realm of words and verse,
Where emotions and thoughts immerse,
Lies a world of infinite possibilities,
Where hearts and minds find their felicities.

A place where words flow like a stream,
And rhymes dance like a dream,
Where metaphors and similes abound,
And imagery and symbolism astound.

Poetry, a language of the soul,
Where every word has its own role,
A canvas to paint emotions and desires,
And a medium to ignite poetic fires.

From sonnets to haikus, from ballads to odes,
Each poem has its own unique codes,
A reflection of the poet’s innermost thoughts,
And a glimpse of the world that he or she wrought.

So let us dive into this world of rhyme,
Where every word is a precious chime,
And let our hearts and minds be free,
To explore the endless possibilities.

« Free Verse 01 »

Poetry is the beat of the heart
The rhythm of the soul
It’s the language of emotion
The words that make us whole

It’s the feeling of a first kiss
Or the pain of a goodbye
It’s the way we express ourselves
When we can’t find the words to try

It’s the dance of the metaphors
And the flow of the rhyme
It’s the beauty of the imagery
That takes us back in time

It’s the colors of the sunset
And the sound of the sea
It’s the way we capture moments
And make them poetry

It’s the power of the written word
And the magic that it weaves
It’s the way we connect with others
And find the strength to believe

Poetry is a journey
That takes us to the stars
It’s the way we share our stories
And show who we really are.

« Free Verse 02 »

The poetry lay before me, a blank canvas
A sea of infinite possibilities, yet daunting in its vastness
Each word a brushstroke, each line a stroke of genius
And yet, my mind is empty, my thoughts aimless

I search for inspiration, for a spark to ignite
The fire within me, to set my words alight
But the canvas remains bare, the page still blank
My creativity stifled, my imagination dank

I turn to the masters, the great poets of old
Their words, a tapestry of stories, their tales untold
I read their verses, their stanzas so pure
And yet, I cannot find my own voice, my own allure

I close my eyes, and in the silence, I find
A whisper, a murmur, a voice in my mind
It tells me to let go, to trust in my soul
To write from the heart, to let my words roll

And so, I pick up my pen, and let my mind soar
My fingers dance across the page, my spirit roars
The poetry flows, a river of emotion and thought
My story, my voice, my very soul wrought

And in that moment, I am no longer lost
For I have found my words, at any cost
The poetry before me, no longer daunting or bare
But a canvas of infinite beauty, a story to share.

« 3 Sonnets »

Sonnet 1:

Oh poetry, how sweet your words do flow,
A language made of metered melody,
A canvas where emotions ebb and glow,
A symphony of imagery set free.

With each new line, a story is unfurled,
A world revealed in every phrase and rhyme,
A tapestry that paints a wondrous world,
Of beauty, love, and passions so divine.

You speak of truth and heartache, joy and pain,
Of all that makes us human, flesh and bone,
You teach us how to live and love again,
And guide us through the darkness we have known.

Oh poetry, your power doth surpass,
All else on earth, a treasure unsurpassed.

Sonnet 2:

In the realm of poetry, we find truth,
The essence of our being laid to bare,
An art that captures beauty and our youth,
And shows us how to love, how to care.

Each word and phrase a treasure to behold,
A story waiting to be told in verse,
A language that can touch the young and old,
And make our souls with inspiration burst.

Through sonnets, ballads, odes, and haikus too,
We find the beauty that surrounds us all,
We see the world in a different hue,
And hear the whispers of the earth’s call.

Oh poetry, thou art the heart’s delight,
A shining star that guides us through the night.

Sonnet 3:

Oh, poetry, how sweet thy music flows,
A language that transcends the bounds of time,
A world of wonder where the heartache goes,
And love, and beauty, and truth combine.

Thou art the voice of all humanity,
A mirror that reflects the human soul,
A light that shines upon our destiny,
And makes us see the world in a new whole.

In every line, a message doth unfold,
A truth that touches every heart and mind,
A beauty that can never be retold,
A wonder that will last until the end of time.

Oh, poetry, thou art the heart’s delight,
The language of the soul, a purest light.

« Poetic Hymn »

Oh, poetry, how sweet thy words do sing,
A symphony of language, melody, and rhyme,
A holy hymn that lifts the soul on high,
And fills the heart with wonder, joy, and light divine.

Thy words doth weave a tapestry of tales,
A masterpiece of images and sounds,
A sacred art that touches hearts and minds,
And echoes through the ages, forever to resound.

In every line, a beauty doth unfold,
A truth that shines like stars upon the night,
A love that touches all who dare to hold,
And fills their hearts with pure and holy light.

Thou art the language of the universe,
The music of creation, pure and true,
A hymn of praise that rises to the skies,
And fills the earth with blessings ever new.

Oh, poetry, thou art the soul’s delight,
A holy hymn that lifts us to the height,
A shining light that guides us through the night,
And fills our hearts with wonder and with light.

« Epic Poem 01 »

In the realm of words and rhyme,
Where language flows like a winding stream,
There lies a power beyond time,
A force that’s more than it may seem.

Poetry, the language of the soul,
A medium to express what’s deep within,
A symphony of words that roll,
And speak of joy, sorrow, love, and sin.

From ancient times until today,
Poetry has been a source of light,
A guiding star to show the way,
And help us through the darkest night.

From the epic tales of Homer’s Greece,
To Dante’s journey through the realms of sin,
From Shakespeare’s plays to Blake’s release,
Poetry has been a force within.

Through sonnets, ballads, odes, and more,
Poetry has told of all life’s hues,
From the thrill of love to the pain of war,
It speaks to us of all life’s truths.

It’s the language of the heart’s desire,
And the whispers of the soul’s own voice,
It’s the spark that sets the heart on fire,
And makes us feel that we have a choice.

So let us celebrate this art divine,
And cherish every word, phrase, and line,
For poetry is a treasure, rare and fine,
That will forever shine and forever shine.

« Epic Poem 02 »

In the beginning, there was only chaos,
A formless void with no shape or purpose,
But then, a voice arose and spoke with poise,
Creating order out of the abyss.

That voice was Poetry, the ancient muse,
Whose words could move the mountains and the seas,
And as she spoke, the world was born anew,
A symphony of beauty and of peace.

From the depths of human consciousness,
Poetry draws her inspiration,
A mirror of the soul’s deepest recess,
A glimpse into our truest inclination.

Through her eyes, we see the world with wonder,
Her words revealing secrets of the heart,
Her voice a bridge that connects us under,
A language that transcends all time and art.

For poetry is not just words on a page,
But a living force that echoes through the ages,
A timeless dance that defies all age,
A light that shines in the darkest of mazes.

Her power lies in her infinite grace,
Her ability to stir the human soul,
Her capacity to take us to that place,
Where the truth of existence we behold.

So let us honor her with every line,
And pay homage to her timeless grace,
For poetry is the spark that makes us shine,
And the light that illuminates our race.

« Lyric Poem 01 »

Poetry, the language of the soul,
A rhythm that makes our hearts feel whole,
With every word and every line,
A beauty that’s rare and so divine.

The power of poetry is in its voice,
A melody that makes our hearts rejoice,
With each new verse, a story is told,
Of love, of life, of all that’s bold.

Through poetry, we see the world anew,
A tapestry of colors, bright and true,
It paints a picture of our deepest dreams,
And shows us what we can achieve, it seems.

In every stanza, a truth is found,
A message that echoes all around,
It speaks to us of hope and light,
And guides us through the darkest night.

So let us embrace this art so rare,
And cherish every word, phrase, and flair,
For poetry is a gift beyond compare,
A melody that weaves its magic everywhere.

« Lyric Poem 02 »

Poetry is not for the faint of heart,
It is a journey down a treacherous path,
A maze of words that tear us apart,
And expose the wounds we’ve long kept under wraps.

It demands from us our very best,
A sacrifice of ego and of pride,
A willingness to lay bare our chest,
And let the world see what we try to hide.

For poetry is a mirror of our soul,
A reflection of our deepest fears and dreams,
A canvas where our thoughts and feelings unfold,
A place where nothing is quite as it seems.

It is a language that defies all rules,
A symphony of sounds that dance and play,
A tool that helps us express the truth,
And navigate the rough waters of life’s way.

But it’s not just pretty words on a page,
Nor a mere escape from reality,
It is a force that can both heal and rage,
And transform us into what we’re meant to be.

For in its depths lies a power untold,
A force that can shake the very ground we stand,
A light that can shine through the darkest of cold,
And guide us to a place of peace and understanding.

So let us not take it for granted,
Or think it a mere trifle to toy with,
For poetry demands to be respected,
And revered for the gift that it is.

(This text is a work generated by ChatGPT and is not written in fact or in reality.)