撮 影 ・ 神 代 植 物 公 園 |
下 燃 え : 人 知 れ ず 思 い 焦 が れ る |
埋 火 を か か え て |
ひ そ か に 燃 え る |
私 は 独 り 生 き つ づ け る |
冷 た い 季 節 ¬ と き |
冬 が 近 づ い て く る |
紅 一 色 に 染 ま っ て ゆ く |
周 囲 の 自 然 は |
The Ballad-Singer by Thomas Hardy
Sing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune;
Make ne forget that there was ever a one
I walked with in the meek light of the moon
When the day's work was done.
Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song;
Make me forget that she whom I loved well
Swore she would love me dearly, love me long,
Then -what I cannot tell !
Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book;
Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears;
Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look-
Make me forget her tears.
( November 23, 2002 )