Zežsu: The Poems of Nakahara Chuya

once I believed love poems were foolish now I read love poems just for the sake of it and yet perhaps I want to reach a higher state of poetry I don't know if that's right or wrong but such a feeling persists anyway and sometimes irritates me provoking outrageous desires once I believed love poems were foolish yet now I do nothing but dream about love

Zežsu

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1yıl

Death may no longer be so far away.

Zežsu

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1yıl

May I look up when I die! May not this small chin become smaller still! Yes, I am blamed for what I have not felt, an invocation to death, I believe. Ah, if only I look up! Then, at least, I might be as one who feels everything.

Zežsu

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1yıl

My heart, which thinks thoughtlessly about thought, is closed, like a casket fuzzy with mold.

Zežsu

@zeymini ·

1yıl

I didn't awaken with a sense of purpose anymore. I awoke and a sad, everyday scene I'd bitterly dreamed of... (I could neither settle in nor escape that place)

Zežsu

@zeymini ·

1yıl

infancy the snow which fell on me was like floss silk childhood the snow which fell on me was like sleet seventeen to nineteen the snow which fell on me dropped like hail twenty to twenty-two the snow which fell on me seemed like balls of ice twenty-three the snow which fell on me looked like a blizzard twenty-four the snow which fell on me became so mournful

Zežsu

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1yıl

Pitifully I fear Sorrow already spoiled dusk and there's nothing I can do against sorrow already spoiled . . .

Zežsu

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1yıl

O expectations, stale and dismal airs, leave this body of mine! I want nothing anymore but simplicity, quiet, murmurs and order.

Zežsu

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1yıl

My youth was nothing but a lowering storm occasionally lanced by sudden sun.” —Baudelaire