O, The sublime drunkard that is
Wormwood; no matter
How many laughing Grapes they give
to the black wine; I will not
Give you up.
My green, clouded and clear,
fountain-spouting heart.
ヨモギの崇高な
酔いどれよ；
たとえ彼らがどれだけの
笑い葡萄（ぶどう）を
黒きワインに差し上げようとも
Lunate Steps 月の足取り （和訳付き）
Lunate Steps 月の足取り:
the bale piles that pile
why mustn't I see the bright Moon
while under straw's care?
the bale piles that pile
summer bugs drown light there
on a slippery trail
still Moon's silhouette
He (Loki) across gliding sea
ode to bad apple バッドアプルーへ
the surface of lake reflects sky
mine heart none,
I sung to myself:
"and if aught moves,
is all to shatter and break?
and I admit for myself a drop of sorrow,
is the lake turning to a bright naught?"
the surface of lake reflects sky
to venus II
to Venus II
In this universe, I stand as the last man,
Reason entices me with venomous advice;
I defy safety, forsaking good sense,
Stripped of all joyful choices.
The world and heaven both disdain me;
Leave me to my grave faults and
I wonder if Socrates, with
his student Plato in tow
would suggest the empathetic difference
to me, about Mozart and Chopin
Music I were to bring to their Academia in Greece
such informal matters, Time and Sound;
Might they then proce
Venus soon favours the jocular and fun:
Yet I am exceedingly dull,
Stupid as well, and my friends laugh at me
When I speak in an unusual fashion,
And I was soon drenched by water.
In the village pen, the donkey kicks me literally in th
Seeing the endless struggle of the eternal peasant class,
And the obsequiousness of their all-conforming samurai sklaves,
I was reminded once again of aged Sayyiduna,
Who studied quietly in his room above the belvedere
Of his mountain s
on "Argumentum Ornithologicum"*
I woke up from a dream
In the dream, a morning sparrow
was trying to count the clouds
using a unary system.
It counted from 1 to 10 the uncertain
number of "One"-s.
But when I looked up,
and the sky w
the karmic effort
that is alike to wearing cloth in winter
draw up a breath
have mercy for
split cold branches, crackling
draw up a breath
the imagined howling of wolves
in deeper side of woods,
but not tigers, while drawing up a br
「尚も死にせしク＝トゥルフ、
ルルイエの彼のボロアパートにて、
彼は誰そ彼の夢見る
汝を待ちいたれば」
「死せる我が夢の彼方を
待望みぬる
古き郷より異（い）なるところ
彼岸帰航のラヴクラフト」
"And yet still more the dead C'thulhu
in his tattered flat down in R'yleigh
Dreams as if 'twixt Light and Dark
for more tenemental
We cannot speak and act as ourselves in the world already past,
We cannot speak and act as ourselves in the world to come,
We cannot speak and act as ourselves in places we are not at,
of this world;
and We cannot speak and act as ourse
in life from which has hardly
a century fled,
in a dream of autumn and spring,
it dreams of itself changing a thousand times
a pair of beautiful purple jade, veined and clinking
hanging on an old cord as amulets for the eye:
they invite th
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