The Poems of Nakahara Chuya Quotes

“Alas I wish to die;
alas I wish to live;
alas I, over every extinguished past,
let tears gush out.
Out of the sky
the wind blows.”
― Nakahara Chuya, The Poems of Nakahara Chuya

“How do you make the morning come?
The morning will come by itself
How and where will it come?
It will wash its face, then come out
Is that tomorrow?
That is tomorrow morning
Now the crickets are singing, aren't they?
And the Bugle is sounding the last post, isn't it?
Trains are still running
It's not the witching hour yet, is it?”
― Nakahara Chuya, The Poems of Nakahara Chuya

“She trusted me completely, confided in me completely, her heart was the colour of an orange; that tenderness did not overflow, nor did it cringe away, like a deer. I forgot everything I was doing; that time was the only time I savoured.”
― Nakahara Chuya, The Poems of Nakahara Chuya

“O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine!
I want nothing anymore but simplicity, quiet, murmurs and order.”
― Nakahara Chuya, The Poems of Nakahara Chuya