I won't be able to complain
though I never found what I was looking for;
but I'll go to the first fluid landscape of heartbeats
so I'll know that my search has a joyful target
when I'm flying, jumbled with love and sandstorms.
[F.G.L.]
さびしさの
うれしくもあり
秋の暮れ
An autumn eve;
There is joy too,
In loneliness
[Yosa Buson, transl. R.H.Blyth]
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
[GGB]
...
And the deep river ran on [W.A.]
Testing the void
I throw in my words but the result is but words,
which need to be interpreted,
and the interpretation tested,
by new words thrown in
and thus there is never
an answer.