DARKNESSES

1

green leaves always forgotten when　　windows are too green
like every pebble roughly thrown by spring
hitting spring itself

birds　　still wearing arid skates of blue
though old dog eyes are tired out

no need to translate the riverbank’s slapping
the aesthetics of death　　incite the swarming of the flowers

fields alone　　can tolerate the furious heart
fleeing still further　　April sniffs out blood
in sunlight the wood crouches behind us
knowledge that can’t be taken away　　it takes away the dead
reciting a poem　　a deepened stillness

the other world is still this world　　darkness would say

2

a storyless person　　escapes into a day
with a gesture of escaping from the day

a pastless person　　has passed away
seagulls worked into an abstract book by the evening

locked in the isolation ward　　who isn’t crazy
delusions　　more like fragments than flesh

fragments of glass　　shattering skeleton heard on the periphery
fragments of rotting tongue　　twilight washes away, just washes away

rats squeal　　shrill squeals as light stamps on itself
each day startled awake by each day

with one black night　　a personless story
still won’t come true told twice　　darkness would say

3

each shower of rain makes you sit at your end
rain rapping on the roof　　tiny animal steps
move you motionlessly into the darkness
in motionless weather you need others to sleep
to sleep is to leave　　the world of the rainy season leaves
once darkness has passed through you like a thoroughbred through the fire
hear inside you　　silvery white stitches everywhere
stitching a worn-out windcheater of flesh

every shower falls only on this bare ground
when you begin reading from your end　　a page of black explanation
unweariedly swaps someone else for next day
forges an address　　the graveyard street still muddier
finds fault with this hand　　beggars huddle together in mutual hatred
making a city with nowhere to shelter from the rain
a flock of soaking crows collides inside you
breeds different crimes with identical faces　　darkness would say

4

but darkness didn't say a thing　　between dark and dark
only this spring

kite’s bones hang in the treetops
bark shines　　lovers pass kissing under the tree
pollen in the lungs beating last year's gong
a bright red clown　　always makes children run wild

greener and greener the teeth that chew little hands
old newspaper lawn　　hands over scissors of flame
so April　　sees the river flow like a mirage
the current's forgotten colours　　see us as mirages
once the dove's call is burned black　　all the stars
are broken toys stuffed in a pitch-black floodgate

in darkness there's always a body drifting back to the place of no dreaming

even we fear　　only fear our own terror
darkness doesn't say a thing　　every walker on the streets
starts muttering to himself
darkness　　is listening to the orange-red darkness of lipstick

a spring school always makes us ignorant
memory　　who lives in it is a ghost
but sickness attenuates the look
when a mirror’s worn on the face　　the ocean digests a dead fish
being vomited is still endless chatter

darknesses are too many　　for life ever to have got there
spring walks out of us　　only then　　is spring silent at last