「南原充士」自作英訳小詩集(その5)

      
     Cubic

In the residential district
Walking by myself
Saw no one
Or no cars
Only heard dogs barking sometimes

Couldn't see the horizon
The irregular skyline of the buildings
Lost its cubage like silhouette
It seemed that the history stopped
Felt like taking a rest somewhere

In the sky without visible stars
Black clouds were going
Birds maybe slept in the darkness
The last train had gone
No patron was seen in the convenience store

In the sleeping eyes
Suddenly light came
There were various sounds and voices heard
People came out of their houses
The town began to get back its cubage


      A cactus

The cactus withered
Was anything wrong ,
Watering or temperature?
The pictures and drawings remained
When I inflated a balloon,
It formed a cactus.
When I touched it,
It broke
Was there any thorn on the hand?
The recollection survived
I thought I would buy a new one.


      Hope

Even though I might die tomorrow
I wish the pain would disappear
In the last resort
If the hypnotist made the last treatment
And a short sleep came to me
Various flowers would bloom
And birds would sing in the spring fields
And people would stroll smiling in the breeze
Though the border between the dream and the real life
Might be vague
I would hope to wake up rather pleasantly
Without frozen darkness or strong wind


       Anarchy

I dip water by a broken bucket
How far can I take it ?

An ear on the wall and eyes before the paper partition
I fear someone might see inside through it

I like goldfish scooping in festivities
Only left were a lot of torn paper

Here is a hole
Someone is crying for help ,who fell in it

Through the tunnel for emergency vehicles
Will anyone come and help him?


       A ceremony

No voice,move,smell,temperature or touch
But certainly I am here watching the place
So wrote he
The family were astonished
That he suffered more pain than expected
But they could not tell him about it
It seems that man remains a while
With his record and memory
After he passed away
Although it will disappear as time goes
For him who wanted to give a funeral of himself
While he was alive
Let us give a memorial ceremony
As if he were living
And also pretend that we could come and go
Across the border between this and that world
Preparing a special seat for him to look around


      An apple

A red parasol is opened
An apple which is shadowed red
Is rolling out
Rolling on the yellow land
Reached the white beach
A little bit dirty
And then entered the blue sea
Being swung by the waves
Carried far away
Where the green water sink down
The apple fell to the dark seabed
From where to where
Was it carried by the current?
Some years later
It jumped out of the ocean in the Southern hemisphere
Flew into the sky
Got on a cloud
Being absorbed in the sunshine
The gravity increased
It went down to a parasol on a beach
Along a very long parabola
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by nambara14 | 2013-07-11 14:38 | 新作詩歌(平成25年) | Comments(0)