Inside the rigid-surfaced bowl of the night,
increasing vividness,
autumn fruit.
Apple and pear and grape varieties,
every one of them,
piled up as they are in a pose
in sleeping
in a unified harmony,
enter into magnificent music.
Each one’s deepest place having been reached into,
cores leisurely lay themselves down.
Around them
circles an abundant time of rotting.
Now in front of the dead’s teeth,
like rocks with nothing coming out of them,
those varieties of fruit
more and more increase their weight.
And within the deep bowl,
inside an apparition of this night,
eventually,
lean far over.
(Minoru Yoshioka)
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