I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
From across the lake
Past the black winter trees
Faint sounds of a flute.
With a twitching nose
A dog reads a telegram
On a wet tree trunk.
Naked to the sky
A village without a name
In the setting sun.
A spring pond as calm
As the lips of the dead girl
Under its water.
A blacksmith’s hammer
Beating the silver moon thin
On a cool spring night.
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.
From across the lake
Past the black winter trees
Faint sounds of a flute.
With a twitching nose
A dog reads a telegram
On a wet tree trunk.
Naked to the sky
A village without a name
In the setting sun.
A spring pond as calm
As the lips of the dead girl
Under its water.
A blacksmith’s hammer
Beating the silver moon thin
On a cool spring night.
Sun is glinting on
A washerwoman’s black arms
In cold creek water.
Burning autumn leaves,
I yearn to make the bonfire
Bigger and bigger.
I had long felt that
Those sprawling black railroad tracks
Would bring down this snow.
A sleepless spring night:
Yearning for what I never had
And for what never was.
Scarecrow, who starved you,
Set you in that icy wind,
And then forgot you?
Late one winter night
I saw a skinny scarecrow
Gobbling slabs of meat.
A washerwoman’s black arms
In cold creek water.
Burning autumn leaves,
I yearn to make the bonfire
Bigger and bigger.
I had long felt that
Those sprawling black railroad tracks
Would bring down this snow.
A sleepless spring night:
Yearning for what I never had
And for what never was.
Scarecrow, who starved you,
Set you in that icy wind,
And then forgot you?
Late one winter night
I saw a skinny scarecrow
Gobbling slabs of meat.
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