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エレジー・哀歌；苦艾（苦ヨモギ）の泉 Elegy; Wormwood's Fountain
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
Admonition against myself, towards Platonists
from now on, as long as no one pretends that Platon is Holy Mary,
and no smug fellow bethinks themselves some sort of divine gadfly,
I think I will keep a respectable distance from old and new Plato
the greatest plunderer
Who be the greatest plunderer in the world?
Oh, know ye him not, Friend----the Gaze?
today I see a flower in full bloom, and plucked her not,
yet tomorrow she wilts.
The petrifying Gaze.
Poets that are bandits
It is very intellectually dangerous,
if the name of poets and quotes of what they say,
pop up frequently in your poems and songs.
You are not a scientist, you do not form a society of words.
What
Hermes the cat
Is that the reason Hermes became a common heifer thief, for he desires the feminine sound of reed? Io!
Zeus threw no thunder where footfalls of thieving kind stole.
A cat you see----innocent, but he
Faith, an aphorism
Faith has to become empirical, as always
when it challenges itself against the spirit of age.