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Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Translations 4

Fukuda Chiyo-ni Haiku Translations 4

The next seven autumn moon translations are dedicated to Stephen I. Hsu, who suggested the Chiyo-ni poems to me.

Keywords/Tags: autumn, moon, bright, walk, touch, nature, absence, angst, loneliness, solitude, understanding, distance, nearness

Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter how far I walked,
unreachable.
—Fukuda Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Bright autumnal moon,
but no matter

When the vow breaks

There's a quiet kind of ache,
deeper than any silence I've known.
It sits inside, a heavy stone,
a loneliness that lives and makes
its home where two souls are meant to be one.
This is the loneliness of being married.

Of sharing walls, a daily spread,
a bed where two bodies are laid.
But still feeling unseen, a hidden shade.
Untouched, though hands

The Balance I Miss

As long as they’re happy,
I’m good.
The world feels lighter when their smiles are real,
when their days unfold easy and bright.
I can settle into that,
let it be enough,
let it be all I need.

As long as they’re happy,
I’m good.
The quiet peace of knowing
they’ve found their way,
that I haven’t missed some small thing
that might tip their balance.
It’s all

ticking clock

days filled with 
nightmares of 
people past.
Someone asked
me
to lead the way. 

But there’s no 
me 
to be summoned.

Just a faceless 
ticking clock 

The moon's quiet sorrw

They, without a trace of shame,
painted their hearts with the crimson blood of their lovers’ lips.
And I… my only share was the cold blue of the moon,
spilled carelessly,
like a tear severed from the sky,
upon my cheeks.

Those drops sank into the ridges of my heart,
painting my eyes with a lifeless gleam,
and the moon’s quiet sorrow wound

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

What was his problem??

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.

What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.

What was his problem?
When he was told he should be

In my room

No variation in this dark tomb
Spinning in orbit of loss and the need for needing
Grey spirits begging for my healing
Grey spirits crawling along the ceiling
Madness is my adaptation 

Lost in the essence of essential reverence
Lost spinning for a need of your presence 
Chased by the haunting past and present 
Here I come to loom
No variation

flowers in her hair

I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,

 Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,

There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food

rain

What if the rain
dries out
before my eyes,
missing
the constant
memories
a ghost,
a lonely
pavement
sidewalk.
We step
backwards
I wish
to be
and feel lucky
and not wasted
on Coopers
Sparkling Ale.
Push me over,
into the sewer gates,
will they finally
accept my form,
as my physical
skinniness
accept me down in
their filth and broken.

Empty Cone

In my childhood, I had no siblings, cousins or friends
to play or spend time with me
Therefore, the homebody I was naturally delighted
in my own company, relationship free
But while growing up the occasional feelings of loneliness
would not leave me alone
I felt as if the sun had melted my delicious ice-cream
and left nothing but an empty cone.

Happily Ever After

Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone

She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall

And off the ground it did

My Loneliness Before I Met You

Not even grief visits this place.
Only the soft slosh of my own voice
inside my skull.

The world speaks in neon,
in bills, in news tickers,
but never says my name.

I left pieces of myself
in lovers’ beds,
in rented rooms,
in smoke.

But they never bled for me
like I bled for no one.

Now I sit by the window,
half-blind,
full-heart,
writing poems that disappear
faster than

String of Sorrows

To Die

I numb my brain to ease the pain
The world is mad...a new insane
Compassion's seen with such disdain
The truth now seems so very plain
To die would be considered gain

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Alone 

Alone, alone...always alone
The pain I feel cannot be known
This heart of flesh has turned to stone
Alone, alone...I am alone

Alone, alone...always alone
My dreams on wistful wings have

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