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Ryuichi Tamura
THE THIN LINE AGAIN
In my dreamsthe sun
is always above my head
and it keeps growing a pitch-black corona
Since midday
on that summer’s day
30 years ago
incomprehensible dreams have persisted
dreams of a strange circulatory movement
of the sun and the blackness
and
at the end of each dream
always a vertical thin line
divides the corona
When I wake up from the dream
the thin line starts from
a small Zen temple
at Wakasa
at noon
on August 15, 1945
stretches to the small yard
of my house
at 5-38-18 Inamuragasaki
Did my feet
step off the thin line?
Or did they not?
Did they not?
Did they?
© Translation: 2007, Takako Lento
THE THIN LINE AGAIN
© 1976, Ryuichi Tamura
From: Dead Words
Publisher: Kawade Shobo, Tokyo
From: Dead Words
Publisher: Kawade Shobo, Tokyo
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THE THIN LINE AGAIN
From: Dead Words
THE THIN LINE AGAIN
In my dreamsthe sun
is always above my head
and it keeps growing a pitch-black corona
Since midday
on that summer’s day
30 years ago
incomprehensible dreams have persisted
dreams of a strange circulatory movement
of the sun and the blackness
and
at the end of each dream
always a vertical thin line
divides the corona
When I wake up from the dream
the thin line starts from
a small Zen temple
at Wakasa
at noon
on August 15, 1945
stretches to the small yard
of my house
at 5-38-18 Inamuragasaki
Did my feet
step off the thin line?
Or did they not?
Did they not?
Did they?
© 2007, Takako Lento
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