"Damn it!" I shouted as loud as I could towards the sea, and finally the deep blue horizon came into view. The bright white cumulonimbus clouds, their protruding bulges, told me that the future lay there.
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The almanac
I turn the pages of the almanac, the fallen leaves late into the night, now I am silent, the mountains lie black
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Shion: You are from a quiet world. The fireworks in the night sky are shooting stars. The ripples on the shore are like sea foam that disappears into dreams. You are from a quiet world. The conch shell that lives in the depths of my ears. The memories of the waves will remain only in the sounds of poetry. You are from a quiet world. (September 5, 1998) Homeward Rashomon: Deep in my memory. The parting words of someone who is leaving...
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"Future" Anthology of deceased poets (9) Excerpts by Komeiji Minoru Akimura Isao Died on July 4, 1990. He was 57 years old. He followed in the footsteps of Wagatsuma Yasushi's "Future Diary" and wrote intelligent and sophisticated prose. He was a person far removed from me, a country boy. I wrote "River" with Wagatsuma Yasushi. On a cold evening, the water seemed to rise from the trees that huddled together...
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Assassin's Eye
Magritte lies drowsily asleep in a midday dream. The shadow of an assassin falls on you, as the rain pours down. Words flutter about. Ginkgo leaves scatter in a riot. Magritte's eyes reveal a single cloud in the blue sky. The west is red. (At Ward 8B of the National Cancer Center)
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