Kitamura Taro / 北村太郎 – Ⅰ
A Man of the Port-1-
On a hot morning
many ideas in gray
pass in front of me.
Though they don’t leave
very sad vibrations behind,
as phantoms of sound
they are such whispers
as to make me feel like drooping my head forever.
As color
they are so lacking in dark and light
that they almost seem
to turn into shade.
So it is
that ideas are on the verge of vanishing; but
“Look!
Hurry up
and look!
I’m sweating as I urge you!”
Ideas,
reluctant to say goodbye,
can’t help thinking,
by the window overgrown with ivy,
of sound and color that are not of this world . . . .
On a hot morning
many ideas in gray
pass in front of me.
Though they don’t leave
very sad vibrations behind,
as phantoms of sound
they are such whispers
as to make me feel like drooping my head forever.
As color
they are so lacking in dark and light
that they almost seem
to turn into shade.
So it is
that ideas are on the verge of vanishing; but
“Look!
Hurry up
and look!
I’m sweating as I urge you!”
Ideas,
reluctant to say goodbye,
can’t help thinking,
by the window overgrown with ivy,
of sound and color that are not of this world . . . .
