white ducks
Darkening waves –cry of wild ducks,
faintly white.
Ocean waves are dark,
only calls of ducks
faintly lighten in the sky.
Dusk falls upon the sea as
ducks call
faintly in the whiteness.
The sea darkening . . .oh voices of the
wild ducks
Crying, whirling, white.
The sea darkens;the voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white.
The sea grows dark.
The voices of the wild ducks
turn white.
The voices of the wild ducks
turn white.
Labels: bashô, ducks, gertrude kasebier, ohara koson, paul ranson, paula modersohn-becker, poetry, seiho takeuchi
posted by lotusgreen at 5:36 PM
6 Comments:
Beautiful poetry and lovely ducks! Where are they came from?the Netherlands?
well, i've fixed this one, but today's post explains why you couldn't get the normal info out of this one.
but to answer your question, it's french, american, german, and three from japan.
I see you were inspired by our talk about haiku translation.:) Beautiful translations and ducks too.
you are exactly right.
most of them i found were much like the first one, but the two i really liked were the second one and the last.
i mean Netherlands were infested with goose recently , everywhere near water can find local geese, when someone have food feeding show, will be surrounded immediately.
So just a joke!
what a coincidence!
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