Tag: Michizo Tachihara Translation Japanese English

Still Life

At the end of a village was a stronghold
Broad leaves swayed

The sky was cloudy, and the path was dry
When I turned, the forest was hidden by the forest
The branches were like smoke

The clouds flowed, and they would break
The wind moved bursting to a tree far away
I alone, between the forest
Saw a person drawing water from a stone well
Roosters crowed from the village, for a moment, like a dream

Song of dead trees and wind

I would tell a lie and pretend
To you who forgave me everything
I began in silence
Just like a child getting angry

What embarrassing branches
I had distractions and they betrayed
I threw out the word of hate
And whispered to the wind

It was a prayer, to whom incited
And once again quietly
I watched a shadow reflected in the water
So I wouldn’t wander forever

*

I ran like this
How sad you are
You stayed still, like you weren’t listening
You were always just swinging

— — — — —

I was going to the next tree
It looked like you
I’d throw my body away, and you’d burst into song
There’s no door, and look
Silently, a darkness began to remain

Travel clothing

How much too blinding, the sun
Burst from the corners of the room, Burst
Went home, my heart……

Curiously, I leaned on a chair
Caressing the flaws of a desk
The wind blew in the office

–It’s yourself, a memory
I reread my notebook, still forgetting again

–To me, who was waiting for the train to leave this village
The silhouette of the mountain of the plain far away, the clouds would put lines……

Song that the wind sang

Part 1

On the first cloudy day I was like a little fire
Worrying about one thing, Whispering
Then I’d go outside

The leaves would close their eyes and avoid me
Between my fingers they’d slip and fall and disappear, the leaves…
Since then, I didn’t know myself
When I laughed, my body remained twisted
I cried out in a hurried, sad voice

Part 2

All people are little animals
Looking worried, they lit honest candles in the windows and streets
Don’t blow the wind, they prayed, I came and listened, lowering my head

But suddenly I shouted and gave up
I’d get angry, dirty, and I’d be all alone, I’d run
I ran with excess, I didn’t hate

Part 3

On the wood that matched his voice
I sang only by the loud voice
And a dead tree was heeling

I sang of summer and autumn
The dead tree answered, I sang again……
The tuning of an oak violin went out of order

After a while the long silence entered deep into me
I remembered in ecstasy
Sunset in the music, a day gone by
I began to walk silently being muted

Part 4

A smoke was about to pass, on the white
The shape was already disappearing
The surface of the fields made no noise
I watched the little child in a window
And god overflowed

Part 5

I watched, inside a house
The night of father, mother and child, It shone as within the flower and was warmed by the little lamp
It seemed a silent conversation, my ears listened only to my voice
It’s the smiling face, and the sleeping face

This time to me, I’m sad right away
I’d pass by knocking on the window of their door

Part 6

I pressed myself against the lamp, but I can’t see the lamp

Night was coming on, I’d make a moving heart come and scream, My wounds continued to anger her
I held out my hands to the beautiful white women, a thin white woman shouted a word and collapsed.

Part 7

The song a wild goose homeless and was dizzy sang
She had thrown herself into a pond, and was breaking her beak by the ice
When spring comes I’ll do how
A wild goose homeless and was dizzy cried to the bay that would melt into the early morning

Part 8

Moonlight was etched on snow, wordless
Left a song of parting
In cloud shadow quickly left

Sunrise, to me, closed melodies come back to mind
For I did not listen
In the forest, dead trees
Pass the green, pass the green

Part 9

I kept shouting, and when I was tired
The pale sun etched invisible characters on my eyelids
A dust entangled, a shadow enjoyed

I’d look at it but I’d run like hell…

Chanson qui le vent chantait (II)

Part 1

One day, herbs were just talking
One day, the sky only made noise
We went from sunny spot to shade
Ah, flowers, colours, smell and glow

Very old, the old days
Children were, in flowers
There is happiness all, songs all
As children, on journeys far away

Inside the wood trembled
Inside the wood he forgot
He smiled tenderly, tenderly

Trembling, hesitating
All day long, he passed by the branches only
All day long, he erased the sky only

Part 2

The forest was suddenly covered, like the unknown dream
The water and the branches were covered, I began to laugh only
At the distant tuft of grass–

Later a little light fled, and all the leaves trembled
The forest waited for the wind, I closed my eyes in silence
So I couldn’t see the thin cottony clouds
A great light overflowed in the sky, I began to laugh more and more

Part 3

If it moved forever, I was sad

The song was fading

The sound was repetition of the same words
He fled into the night with faltering steps
–But I waited for the night

I ran a little

And the leaves would hold, then they would laugh indefinitely

To the wind

Part 1

Like the murmur of a stream, because it was windy
Such fun, murmured
That sparkle of a little shadow on the surface
Everything, the wind alone……

The murmur transported and pushed things
Waste straw, grass foliage, antique shoes
For the wind pushed the course
The water wouldn’t stop, and, the wind wouldn’t stop

The water would suddenly twist, the wind would part for a while
But on the creek forever, the wind
With the current, repeated a chat

One long, long day, from dawn to dawn, between dream and morning
The wind whispered softly, with the water, the water wing and the wind eyelid
He doesn’t want to scream yet, he’ll have run

Part II

Where was the wind, it was far, it was not
You were in the wind, I was listening to it
…… He lowered his head, a kind heart, a button
Me, you were crying the other day, there were lines on your cheek

The wind blew, it whispered, it sang, people listened
A heart soloist would reach out, the song, its melody was sad, it’s fun
It’s joyous, we had passed, the wind would have sung again
To the leaves, to me, to the petals, would make a day

I’m waiting, it’s probably, near, the crescent coast
All alone, I would have sung again some day, to my ears

Where was the wind, the wind was far away, but it wasn’t coming back, already
Me, one day, you smiled, there are good things
In the wind, you didn’t cry, you didn’t smile

Murdered, like a little animal

A heart, a song, were thirsty, I was reaching a woman
My heart, to the poor man, my song, to pleasure
It drew a sinister shadow with lust, I would seek and wander
I’d shout a hundred words, sing along I’d turn around

Like a beast, harshly as lightly, I’d walk only
Sleep never set, I in the distance
Conceived the feeling of woe, I’d seek and follow
Singing heavily, shouting repeatedly

The cloud, the path, were dry, I appeared a woman……
She’ll be here, she’ll be here, one day
I stood by a dark window, I, appeared a woman

No one answered, would smile, I walked only
At the place of the last house, me on far, the sun never set
I was only walking, I was walking far away

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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

List of Poetry Translations
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Swallow's Song

A distant village
It shows itself in my dream, grey and alone
In that time, gibōshi and unkind flowers was flowers
Goats sang, from day to day he passed

There are beacoups of tender mornings…
Listen in the mountain of the spring sky
Clouds that you don’t know shine, illuminated, fading away
A distant village
I expect all the time
In that time, today, beyond
I think people are waiting like me

Then one summer day you’ll come back again
I’ll come to you, to your dream, to my home
We looked at the deserted sea and the dream was blue and endless

Slowly as if reciting

Sunny place, as always, silent shadows
A meticulous pattern, fable, but clear
Petals, branches, peaks… and all
All things, thus, were sad, and drowsy

I would wait with ardour
I looked out over the mountains
The bright blue filled a sky beyond the mountains
Floating clouds were flowing, and smoke
An old stream sang again, and fledglings too
They sang happily, and no one would listen
The wines whispered, weak words

Oh, the mysterious April ! I’d wait as my heart is broken
The woman can make my days loving
I would watch… the winds, and the shadows

"For Girls Like Thistle"

I. Calmeness : For Girls Like Thistle

The wind, once flowed
Like a painting, in the pale green
A single word by a man
Which he carried, and all the people received

Smiling like, say thank you.
Between flowers began to bloom
The blue sky would never change this coulour
The song of a bell filled, the wind was clear
A shame of solicitude,
Place, by its light wings
Would fly, scenting…

There is no sin, all
All the world, there is no hunter or thief
This is the world of all creation, in the vast wind and light

II. Rainbow Ring

Warm odour scented, from the sky
The angelic hand of a girl scattered
You could look, she’s soft as a cloud
You leaned against me and she looked ecstatic.

When a night came, birds would sing, when a morning came,
I watched as dewdrops brightened in a grass… From a pearl
The grass smoothed like a chime and a sword’s edge, Both
Gave their arms like gentle trees, Trembled
The wind blew and passed, Its smile, Its touch
The damp breeze in the morning …… Again
One day rose, and fell

Your eyes reflected my eyes, in there
A thick sky far away and bright stars you can see in the day
Sympathetic, they repeated to play subtle passages

III. Delight Under a Window

Last night, the night fell
I was walking through the city
A window was closed
That light was far away for me

No! The light was next to me
A window was closed
Someone was breathing peacefully
Far away, like a tender song!
I was imitating to sing this song in secret
It was very clumsy
Old, like a broken flute

I ran away with all my legs
It was certainly very clumsy
The light was heard, Where did it go?

IV. In a Morning Twilight

I can listen to music well
But no one listens to
A little fugue, Between flowers
Between leaves of grass, Flow and colour

You open the window, And you better lean on it
There is a shadow on the earth, You’d better look at it
Ah, all things are beautiful! Besides my body
That surrounds me and embraces me warmly
I whisper, To you once more
… The transience, Ah, reach with this moment
Things change, Annihilated with beauty!

In music without stop
Fledglings and fruits lie down in the high sky
Shadows are long, They will disappear… And, They will separate

IV. Early morning

I can listen to music
But no one listens
A little fugue, Between flowers
Between leaves of grass, Flow and colour

You open the window, And you better lean on it
There is a shadow on the earth, You’d better look at it
Ah, all things are beautiful! Besides my body
That surrounds me and embraces me warmly
I whisper, To you once more
… The transience, Ah, reach with this moment
Things change, Annihilated with beauty!

In music without stop
Fledglings and fruits lie down in the high sky
Shadows are long, They will disappear… And, They will separate

V. Folk song

A cord was stretched, Already
Somebody don’t take melody
Touch it, Sadness old
Would come back silently… A little container of song

One day, the memory that a sweet song live on it
Sometimes people wear this
A bow invited light tones… He played
(Ah, the time flows long and far.)
…… Long ago rose hips played
Pigeons have sung…… That time there……
So this song has rested in people’s hearts

Time passed, Tender melodies woke up
Fingers joined, In old song
….. A mill, a stream, You were beautiful

When I was listening to a bird sing

One day, I was listening to a birdie
My heart, Was throbbing
My ears were dipped in the silence
What a sweet laugh!

Even smells, Colours of the flowers
Falling clouds, A way to sink
Climbing with the finger, Looking… Heartless
Between grasses, He rested
Without hesitation to rave, Insects
I listen to its rumblings, Drawing a little curve
Also this song would come to disappear just like

Disappear, Clouds, Disappear, Fear
The door of youth opened, Blue and blue
Colour of the sky, It was sparkled by the sun!

A song too sweet and sentimental

One day, It’s joyful wild flowers
The Pincushion, the Paulownia and the Gibōshi, all flowers
We picked them calling names
To our great circles of arms.

Another day of flowers that we don’t know its names
I was making a bouquet for you
As a sign
You carried in your chest
Those days are gone, This way is that way
This way is that way, Which tells me, Already
You were not her!

Like my sad, a tuft of grass
A grass that has not bloomed a single
Lonely, Tarnished, Shivering

Alone in the must

I. Alone in the woods

Nevertheless, Look
Fade away, Flowers and blossoms
Nevertheless, Listen
Singing, Birds and birds

Clouds remain, On the treetops
High in the sky, Are lifted
Where is blue and blue, A wind
Blurred and blurred, Will pass
On leaves of the grasses, Shadows of the grasses
It does not move from them, In the depth
A ladybird, Sleeps

Silence as someone sings, Soaks
In my heart, There is an overflowing fountain! Hard
The sound pulses, That advances time

II. To a winter memory: Heinrich Vogeler gewidmet

He neither pursues, nor is pursued, At a shadow of a dead tree
He rises, and looks, At the white snows
On the surface, Is sunk, My shadow…
(Sadly, this blue form, Has appeared)

I am listening, Yes, I am sure
I am listening, This shadow, Is singing…
Of the nasal voice has tears in its eyes, It does not resound
Passages of summer flowers that have passed in the past, Sings
“It’s bunting, It’s fledgling, It’s, Tree of the fir, It’s set
I’m a… I am a bird, I am a tree…” No answer
Me and my shadow, They look at each other, Other times it was like that

My shadow, listen, In my heart, It sings
A passage, Like a whisper of an old stream
Tears are falling, singing… On the surface of the white snows

For the light spring

Now, February, It is only
Around, I can hear the spring already
However, it is only
Very old, A promise no longer remains

Now, February, It is once alone
In dreams, Which cherish, Do not stay
However, It is once alone
The girl, For me, Smiles
Yes, Flowers, Would bloom again
So birds, Would sing that would not change
People will smile at her in the spring

Now, February, Hear on the surface of the cloud
My, disturbed footprints… It’s only
It’s only safe – To me…

List of Poetry Translations
(English, Français, Deutsch, Español, Italiano)

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