Yone Noguchi
Out of the deep and the dark,A sparkling mystery, a shape,Something perfect,Comes like the stir of the day:One whose breath is an odor,Whose eyes show the road to stars,The breeze in his face,The glory of heaven on his back.He steps like a vision hung in air,Diffusing the passion of eternity;His abode is the sunlight of morn,The music of eve his speech:In his sight,One shall turn from the dust of the grave,And move upward to the woodland.
Out of the deep and the dark,A sparkling mystery, a shape,Something perfect,Comes like the stir of the day:One whose breath is an odor,Whose eyes show the road to stars,The breeze in his face,The glory of heaven on his back.He steps like a vision hung in air,Diffusing the passion of eternity;His abode is the sunlight of morn,The music of eve his speech:In his sight,One shall turn from the dust of the grave,And move upward to the woodland.
Out of the deep and the dark,A sparkling mystery, a shape,Something perfect,Comes like the stir of the day:One whose breath is an odor,Whose eyes show the road to stars,The breeze in his face,The glory of heaven on his back.He steps like a vision hung in air,Diffusing the passion of eternity;His abode is the sunlight of morn,The music of eve his speech:In his sight,One shall turn from the dust of the grave,And move upward to the woodland.
Out of the deep and the dark,
A sparkling mystery, a shape,
Something perfect,
Comes like the stir of the day:
One whose breath is an odor,
Whose eyes show the road to stars,
The breeze in his face,
The glory of heaven on his back.
He steps like a vision hung in air,
Diffusing the passion of eternity;
His abode is the sunlight of morn,
The music of eve his speech:
In his sight,
One shall turn from the dust of the grave,
And move upward to the woodland.
I HAVE CAST THE WORLD
I have cast the world,and think me as nothing.Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day,And happy on flower day.
I have cast the world,and think me as nothing.Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day,And happy on flower day.
I have cast the world,and think me as nothing.Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day,And happy on flower day.
I have cast the world,
and think me as nothing.
Yet I feel cold on snow-falling day,
And happy on flower day.