Ooka Makoto / 大岡信-V

Fruits of light

 

 

 

Your bosom’s hemispheres rest

on my hands on the sea far far away

 

You, weighty fruits made of light,

you sting like thorns and crawl about the walls of my viscera

 

Distance makes you brim over in me

Absence makes you inhabit my viscera

 

At night when you passed through me

as eighty-four thousand stars, tearing up my dreams

 

I saw through a cracked windowpane the eighty-four thousand stars

pierce you and break you into myriad pieces shooting out into the sky

 

 

光のくだもの

 

きみの胸の半球が　とほい　とほい

海のうへでぼくの手に載ってゐる

 

おもい　おもい　光でできたくだものよ

臓腑の壁を茨のとげのきみが刺し　きみが這ふ

 

速さがきみを　ぼくのなかに溢れさせる

不在がきみを　ぼくの臓腑に住みつかせる

 

夜半に八万四千の星となって、夢をつんざき

きみがぼくを通過したとき

 

ひび割れたガラス越しにぼくは見てゐた　星の八万四千が

きみをつらぬき　微塵に空へ飛び散らすのを