I'm too close to the sun, and they say I'll go blind.
So I appear in many movies as an old man,
endless gray hair and beard, eyes like hollows, mouthing prophesies:
Apollo is born today, tomorrow a stone
will be declared the Sun. I also appear in many poems,
occasionally glamorous, mostly worse than a witch...

響き合う東西詩人：詩的対話「樹の二重奏」 ウダヤン・タッカー＆飛鳥聖羅

響き合うアジア詩人：詩的対話「川の二重奏」 バム・デヴ・シャルマ＆秋月夕香

響き合う東西詩人：詩的対話「雪の二重奏」ピーア・タフドロプ＆下田喜久美

From the highway, down to the meadow
led the path. In the ravine, you watched
the sunset brush up against wires, fade.
The State's mark crowned the signpost
and bittercress stems scratched cement.
A country, long-suffering and patient,
lay to the north-east welcoming night.
A doe nibbled brushwood and alder.
Beyond the horizon, you could almost ...

Dying, Goethe called for more light.

日英バイリンガル短編集「そのふたごはどのようにして大人になったか？」 子供のための短編集ミルチン・ジュリコビッチ著 会津太郎 訳

響き合う東西詩人：詩的対話「晶の三重奏」ヘレン・カルドナ、ジョン・フィッツジェラルド、マキ・スターフィールド

"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow." -Amana Colony, Iowa