Poem
Kiyoko Nagase
The Fleeting Moment
The fleeting moment when my poetry formsthe fleeting moment I love
the fleeting moment when I stare into burning flames
propping up my chin on my hands, dyeing my face golden
that fleeting moment when barley
is boiling in a pot for tomorrow
in my pitch-dark cookhouse –
does it come down from heaven?
or am I burning along with the flames?
Quick rhythms, dancing and lilting
oooooh
in the crimson brilliance
my crown is being forged
© Translation: 2009, Takako Lento
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From: Bara Shishuh
Publisher: Matoba Shoboh, Tokyo
Publisher: Matoba Shoboh, Tokyo
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The Fleeting Moment
The fleeting moment when my poetry formsthe fleeting moment I love
the fleeting moment when I stare into burning flames
propping up my chin on my hands, dyeing my face golden
that fleeting moment when barley
is boiling in a pot for tomorrow
in my pitch-dark cookhouse –
does it come down from heaven?
or am I burning along with the flames?
Quick rhythms, dancing and lilting
oooooh
in the crimson brilliance
my crown is being forged
© 2009, Takako Lento
From: Bara Shishuh
From: Bara Shishuh
The Fleeting Moment
The fleeting moment when my poetry formsthe fleeting moment I love
the fleeting moment when I stare into burning flames
propping up my chin on my hands, dyeing my face golden
that fleeting moment when barley
is boiling in a pot for tomorrow
in my pitch-dark cookhouse –
does it come down from heaven?
or am I burning along with the flames?
Quick rhythms, dancing and lilting
oooooh
in the crimson brilliance
my crown is being forged
© 2009, Takako Lento
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