elegy ; mark of a man 哀歌 ; 男らしさ (和訳中) (with three hymns to Apollon)

I used to think, the mark of a true man

is when he was hungry, he would ask his

 woman camp-follower to drive before

 him a

 whole cow. ---- Slashing it

 in twain from head to tail, with an

 butcher's axe.

And have it half grilled with its own fat 

piping hot on a heated stone which he cut down

 the tallest trees in the woods to burn 

and

after eating that half, he would relish the

 other half 

raw, with all its blood, gore and eyeballs,

 with some vinegar and rice. 

For after dinner drink he would go

 leisurely to the

ford, 

and drink and drain from it until all

 streams and lakes; the seas and oceans

 are dry.

Happy now for desert, he will eat a

 mountain,

 that is called planet Earth.

Farewell, young man. I will now

 just spray some pepper, which are 

Stars, into my dietary egg, which is 

my Soul.

////
Sils-Maria. 

Hier sass ich, wartend, wartend,—doch auf Nichts,
Jenseits von Gut und Böse, bald des Lichts
Geniessend, bald des Schattens, ganz nur Spiel,
Ganz See, ganz Mittag, ganz Zeit ohne Ziel.
Da, plötzlich, Freundin! wurde Eins zu Zwei — —
Und Zarathustra gieng an mir vorbei ...

Danke schön, Nietzsche. Der Prinz-Vogelfrei.
Gai saber. Immer. Immer. 
Herzliche Grüße, es rimmt nicht
Vom Prinz-Schaumfalke.

…………
Appendix, for the pleasure of my friends

three Hymns to Apollon (paeans)

アポロンへのラブレターその１、アポロン賛歌 和訳中Lovesong to Apollon I ...a Paean

He,
Yes, nod politely.
Wear that good smile.
Let them know the man before you,
Who chooses to use the pronoun "we" and "us"
is not by himself alone, but
by himself a Host.

(against my Self) I,
To many, many of "you", yet always onefold,
Apollon, my Love, the gathering and scattering beam.
I am thy dark, a-mazing Prism, thy Fate and Loomster.

アポロンへのラブレターその２、アポロン賛歌 和訳中Love letter to Apollon II...a Paean

You thought those were your body-garment you've cast off; take another look,
it is but a graily garish towel-pall to wipe off your sweats! Wipe the mountaineous moistures off, and put on your skin once more, changling Love of mine. Apollon!

アポロンへのラブレターその３、アポロン賛歌 和訳中Loveletter to Apollon III...a paean

I said to the happy and gentle man in front of me gaily,
"Friend, why did you not partake in the toast?"
He said but a little shyly, with a big smile,
"I have eaten too much, and perhaps,
guilty of a bit of vine-breath in the wild."
I thus laughed: "Poirot, do not make haste yet, there are things that taste better than meat or wine in the town.
Apollon, to thy slender, burning eyebrow.
I offer this toast, My love. Come along to our bed."
I left Poirot back in the pub after having had a toast to both us health, with spring water, and I went along with my Love who is now a little Autumn breeze, to see the purple twilight atop the steeply inclined hills of Edinburgh.