Talent Hizashi Yamasaki 
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These poems that I wrote.
I wait for joy to him of him.


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Thursday, April 07, 2005

 

In regard to life

To that thing
and the leaf
which sings of doubt

The bird two times thinks of snow
which was disassembled in the spring of this year
when it is green

Where I differ
in this part of the world
hugely

Mutual time is found
in the place where I perhaps am freer
than that raised warmly

Fight
there is a search
after bending the large flood,
as the sun which can bore the hole through the cloud
in regard to life

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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

 

Being attached

We meet,
being strange,
at the normal time
we exchange names

We keep being attached
to method
to being quick
leaving the fact
that you who work seriously
are left here

As for that,
those which I am
do not know yet
you

Me
when nearby
cannot say to you
in noise

Me
who has less love
absent your existence

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Charity of the desirable

Without charity
of the desirable inspection
the writer
does not have the point

Deep always.
Where is the person
who expresses mercy,
patient for the time of oblivion

Dependence, never observant
is rough
The other thing stumbles blindly
It becomes slowly evil

It does not fail,
but walks with anger of the bile
which does not succeed in scorn

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Our terrestrial hardship

You are an orange of the wood
that flowers
with the look of rain

In the dream
passing densely the mud
mounted in the tail of truck
we stop to prove
our terrestrial hardship
and wealth

The one that comes with us
walks where the land comes with emptiness
remembering the farm where he is normal
to submit, when he ploughs the land

The return,
overbearing
that one makes later,
is all the everything
that you can make.

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Amidst the various darkness

In your life
the size of the sky
is disliked permanently, terribly

I show the box.
You desire it doubtfully
seeing the pulling and grime,
the oil accumulating,
the mud each new Pandora leaves

We go to the road, stomping
Unbearably full of lava
which warms the soles of my leather shoes
wound under the smooth gravel
beginning to be magma.

As for me
This land wants investigation
amidst the various darkness
water sends the steam of humidity

you wander about
concerning me
whom you make wander about slowly.
Our dissipating discontinues the problem
which is the cause of
our being forgotten


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The grass wilts thickly

We look at the excessive fire.
And we include
the heart of power,
as the grass wilts thickly.

Before we fall
by the hand of the baby,
we feel calmness.

Before landing,
eagerly transposing
the transitory tremor of heart.

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

 

The eye of rolling

Passing by the eye of rolling
it rolls
as the beer,
the grease,
and the laughing
pass by the gentlemen

Obliteration intensity
done by those in the groove
with the range of vision
of three eyes

I should be brought up
a metal sphere
under the fog gun
with my motion in fat quality.
Why must we think in competitive doubt?

Becoming tired,
the sound of the lane
pushes the boulder of the Sisyphus,
bothers my brain itself

Passing by
the dank passage of the stick
where I gather my record and make dark,
you reset my shoes
you go away

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Monday, April 04, 2005

 

The foolish road

The new sunset
is the sun
in regard to the falling twig

Off the horizon
the depths of river show,
in the playful center of the park

We emphasize pulling,
still we ride the horse so beautifully
Writing by the light of the oleanders.

In my war
the bowels of my aesthetics
makes the land of quantity
hide under the leaf

The foolish road is painted.
On the road of the river
is where I think of victory, of you
I look at that and you walk across

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Sunday, April 03, 2005

 

The announcing word

I,
the worry of I
will enter soon
possessing many troubles
of the announcing word.

It did not mean the small whisper
of my will
which my companion spreads
and really " spreads "

No,
namely,
with favor of insightful feedback
you rescue me from
that kind of perplexity.

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Saturday, April 02, 2005

 

I imagine disturbance

My fault advances
to the part that divides me.
I imagine disturbance
My future intersections that rival being

My method cannot jump chasms in this gauntlet
But it maintains me, you see
As something
The permeation of which appears with frequency

I am being
In that place where my continuation
moves,
pulls,
presumes.

The pride of jumping this chasm
is not possible,
it deteriorates to this day.
I compete with you.
the main thing I assault,

An unknown crunch
written by the light,
you have disabled me terribly
and closely

And there is one
who with sufficiency
fights in the land,
As something collapses strength
and happy passion

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