Kuroda Saburo / 黒田三郎 – Ⅲ

 Suddenly I Understood 

 

 

 

I was waiting

in a small chair whose better days were gone.

I was waiting

in the window’s deathly peace.

 

How long should I wait?

I’ve never asked anyone.

When is it useless to wait any longer?

I never tried to find out.

 

It hit me.

There I was, waiting,

waiting for something

I suddenly started to understand:

 

wind rustling through poppies,

a cloud over a chimney,

footsteps disappearing in the rain,

my own shameful past.

 

I understood it all that instant,

and there you were,

sulking like a Paris gamin,

putting your hand on my left shoulder.