FRUITS OF LIGHT

The hemispheres of your chest
rest on my hands far off on a distant sea

So heavy these fruits made of light!
A thorn, you pierce the lining
of my insides     slip within

Distance makes you
        overflow inside me
Absence makes you
        come to live in my heart

Deep at night you became
eighty four thousand stars
pierced my dreams     passed through me

And I watched through the cracked glass
as the eighty four thousand stars
shot through you, scattered, and flew in bits across the sky

光のくだもの

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

遠さがきみを　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つて　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