TAKAHASHI MUTSUO: THE ROSE TREE

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The Rose Tree

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My heroic lover!

You are a rose

A slightly pale rose, aromatic with sex

I kneel prostrate before you

Your thighs, which my trembling arms embrace,

Are a rose

Nearby my closed eyes

Is a clump of grass full of scent

And in it, an infant rose damp with dew

Sleeps the slumber of dawn

I cling to you like a Greek supplicant

While above me

Your fingers open entranced

Your jaw turns upward

At some point

You have become a brawny rose bush

With leaves eating away the sun

Takahashi Mutsuo / Ιαπωνία
Μετάφραση: Jeffrey Angles