Poem
Shinjiro Kurahara
A Secret Code
What is that coming throughthe wrong end of time?
A secret code from the future.
But it is not from human beings
or from a non-existent God.
Under the abstract sky,
where the distant desert is gradually dyring out,
the last butterfly
is sending it, clinging
to the single remaining grass blade on earth.
© Translation: 2010, Mariko Kurahara, William I. Elliott, Katsumasa Nishihara
From: Iwana
Publisher: Dowaya, Tokyo, 2010
From: Iwana
Publisher: Dowaya, Tokyo, 2010
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あの 時間を逆につたわってくるものは何だろう未来からの暗号
あれは しかし 人間のそれではない
もちろん ありもしない神なんかでもない
あそこの砂漠の
だんだん乾燥してゆく 抽象的な空の下で
地上にのこされたたった一本の草にすがって
最後の蝶が発信しているのだ
© 1964, Shinjiro Kurahara
From: Iwana
Publisher: Dowaya, Tokyo
From: Iwana
Publisher: Dowaya, Tokyo
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A Secret Code
What is that coming throughthe wrong end of time?
A secret code from the future.
But it is not from human beings
or from a non-existent God.
Under the abstract sky,
where the distant desert is gradually dyring out,
the last butterfly
is sending it, clinging
to the single remaining grass blade on earth.
© 2010, Mariko Kurahara, William I. Elliott, Katsumasa Nishihara
From: Iwana
Publisher: 2010, Dowaya, Tokyo
From: Iwana
Publisher: 2010, Dowaya, Tokyo
A Secret Code
What is that coming throughthe wrong end of time?
A secret code from the future.
But it is not from human beings
or from a non-existent God.
Under the abstract sky,
where the distant desert is gradually dyring out,
the last butterfly
is sending it, clinging
to the single remaining grass blade on earth.
© 2010, Mariko Kurahara, William I. Elliott, Katsumasa Nishihara
From: Iwana
Publisher: 2010, Dowaya, Tokyo
From: Iwana
Publisher: 2010, Dowaya, Tokyo
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