Black by Takami Jun (黒 / 高見順)

Oh, island!
Small island in the landscape of my heart!
Black island like dried blood!

Countless birds fly up from a single spot
Bloodstained feathers flying like a whirlpool
And all at once the small black island settles down again

Then once more they quickly rise up
Like the rancid breath of a beast
An endlessly repeating flight of black birds

Shoot the birds
Oh, hunter!
Hunter inside of me!
Shoot them, these black birds and this black island

* * *

おゝ 嶋(しま)よ
心の風景の中の小さな嶋よ
乾いた血のやうな黒い嶋よ

無数の鳥がその一点から飛び立ち
血のついた羽毛を渦のごとくに飛ばして
また黒い小さな嶋に一斉にをさまる

するとまたもや遽(あわただ)しく飛び立ち
けものの生臭い息のやうに
はてしなく繰り返される黒い鳥の群の飛び立ち

その鳥を打て
おゝ 猟人(かりゅうど)よ
私の内なる猟人よ
その黒い鳥と黒い嶋を打て

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