Poem
Yosuke Tanaka
The Station to Spring
I screw up my face against the oncoming windWhich carries my feet to the left and the right
I climb the slopes to the plateau
Just barely managing to hold back
Everything brimming inside me
I had been dreaming of a partially underground movie theater
Swallowing the audience members like a rectangular mouth
Feathers sprouting from an elevator car
And scattering like dandelions in April
A warm café, I hope for
A café on this street
On the rocks, sir?
A deep sleep.
In the darkness
The orange juice glows.
It seems to shine from within.
The station to spring is near.
© Translation: 2009, Jeffrey Angles
THE STATION TO SPRING
© 2008, Yosuke Tanaka
From: Sweet na gunjyo no yume (Sweet Ultramarine Dreams)
Publisher: Michitani, Tokyo
From: Sweet na gunjyo no yume (Sweet Ultramarine Dreams)
Publisher: Michitani, Tokyo
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The Station to Spring
I screw up my face against the oncoming windWhich carries my feet to the left and the right
I climb the slopes to the plateau
Just barely managing to hold back
Everything brimming inside me
I had been dreaming of a partially underground movie theater
Swallowing the audience members like a rectangular mouth
Feathers sprouting from an elevator car
And scattering like dandelions in April
A warm café, I hope for
A café on this street
On the rocks, sir?
A deep sleep.
In the darkness
The orange juice glows.
It seems to shine from within.
The station to spring is near.
© 2009, Jeffrey Angles
From: Sweet na gunjyo no yume (Sweet Ultramarine Dreams)
From: Sweet na gunjyo no yume (Sweet Ultramarine Dreams)
The Station to Spring
I screw up my face against the oncoming windWhich carries my feet to the left and the right
I climb the slopes to the plateau
Just barely managing to hold back
Everything brimming inside me
I had been dreaming of a partially underground movie theater
Swallowing the audience members like a rectangular mouth
Feathers sprouting from an elevator car
And scattering like dandelions in April
A warm café, I hope for
A café on this street
On the rocks, sir?
A deep sleep.
In the darkness
The orange juice glows.
It seems to shine from within.
The station to spring is near.
© 2009, Jeffrey Angles
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