The known-unknown-bottomed gossamer waves of the field
arc coloured by the travelling shadows of the lonely,
At shadeless noon, sunful-eyed,—the crazy, one-inch butterfly
(dethroned angel?) roams about, her embodied shadow
on the secret-chattering hay-tops, in the sabre-light.
The Universe, too, has somewhere its shadow;—but what
about my songs?
An there be no shadow, no echoing to the end,—my broken-
throated flute will never again be made whole!
Yone Noguchi (1875 - 1947) Japan
Source: Selected Poems Of Yone Noguchi by Yone Noguchi, The Four Seas Company, 1921
From "Seen and unseen"
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