Poetry Going Out
by Katue Kitasono
They were passing impetuously
and in a distant perspective
there was a landscape
so dark
with some scanty things littered
and in a distant perspective
there was a landscape
so dark
with some scanty things littered
mustache of the wind
bone of petroleum
a night of a blue image
the neon on a tomb of wire
and a wing of bone
and a stripe of shadow
a shell of shadow
bone of petroleum
a night of a blue image
the neon on a tomb of wire
and a wing of bone
and a stripe of shadow
a shell of shadow
time ceases time dies
in a long perpetual night
a painting of the wind
where something is faintly dying away
and then again.
in a long perpetual night
a painting of the wind
where something is faintly dying away
and then again.
Translated by the poet