I want to flower.
I paint a wild flower.
A wild flower is swaying to some understanding.
Please don't pick up me.
I want to flower.
I want to be a wild blue flower.
Only hope that I want to be forget-me-not.
I want to flower forever in your heart.
I want to fly.
I paint skies.
Skies mist like the frosted glass in pain.
In the sky you are not is beyond hope.
A bird imagines to fly in the sky.
I cannot fly.
I want to flower in an open field.
I want to live with you.
I try and try to tear.
A white screen.
Red blood ・・
Your innocent blood・・
A light streams in through there the place I tore.
There is not a crack a light comes through.
Because a crack is closed by your dread and blood.
I don't need any light anymore.
I feel satisfaction in your darkness.
I am satisfied with your sadness.
I try and try to bore.
Everywhere else on the earth.
Inconsistency・・
Unreasonableness・・
Your red blood is flowing out from the cut.
Your innocent blood is overflowing a crack.
I refuse any lights .
I have peace of mind in your pain.
I feel peace of my mind in your thick darkness.
Good-bye to All That Robert Graves 成田悦子訳
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Ⅻ1916に、負傷後ハーレックで休暇中、フランスでの僕の最初の数ヶ月の清算を始めた。愚かにも小説のようにそれを書きはしたが、僕は今それを歴史書に書き換えなければならない。ここに構成し直した章がある。
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