PAULLO COELLO'S COMPILATION
As banked clouds
are swept apart by the wind,
at dawn the sudden cry
of the first wild geese
Winging across the mountains.
In a mountain village
at autumn’s end—
that’s where you learn
what sadness means
in the blast of the wintry wind.
Saigyo (1118-1190)
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Each of the rain drops has a tale to tell
about the sorrows of people
about the hardships living things go through
about the arrival of sparrows.
Yamamura Bocho (20th century)
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Out in the marsh reeds
A bird cries out in sorrow,
As though it had recalled
Something better forgotten.
Ki No Tsurayuri (10th century)
are swept apart by the wind,
at dawn the sudden cry
of the first wild geese
Winging across the mountains.
In a mountain village
at autumn’s end—
that’s where you learn
what sadness means
in the blast of the wintry wind.
Saigyo (1118-1190)
________________________________
Each of the rain drops has a tale to tell
about the sorrows of people
about the hardships living things go through
about the arrival of sparrows.
Yamamura Bocho (20th century)
_______________________________
Out in the marsh reeds
A bird cries out in sorrow,
As though it had recalled
Something better forgotten.
Ki No Tsurayuri (10th century)
faith is something you’ve seen and believed that someday mother of nature will come and retaliates with weeping tears to tear mankind down.
A pebble in a pond you may drop,
Creating ripples that may never stop,
Running timeless in endless thought,
Unseen to the mortal eye.
Please wont you save us god,
Stop the tears before I cry.
For if another tear should fall,
May be the end of earth and all,
From my heart please hear my call,
Blood runs thicker.
For if my heart breaks loves inner wall,
Death comes quicker.
A blade of grass a grain of sand,
As I made a glance across the land,
I felt the pain run through my hand,
In a wave of ink.
As black as the graves of the damned,
My heart does sink.
How many times can one heart ache,
Pushing the mind into a tortured state,
How much more can the people take?
Of a raging ocean.
Its peace snapped by earths burning hate,
Churning mortal emotion.
What dreadful awful shocking news,
Then to hear people talking of what they’ll lose,
Does only but ignite the fuse,
In my soul.
Witnessing those stock traders pick and choose,
May I keep control.
I’ll soon find my peace for it be wise,
Though it wont ease the pain filled cries,
Or the grief when family dies,
I’m human too.
I hope god helps to rebuild the lives,
And see them through.
Written by Lee Stewart.
With Love and respect to Japan.
For Japan.