ah these terrifying shades on earth in this forest of sensuous illusion I gaze at the shadow of melancholy that gradually spread and my heart flappin… - Sakutarō Hagiwara

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ah these terrifying shades on earth
in this forest of sensuous illusion
I gaze at the shadow of melancholy that gradually spread
and my heart flapping its wings
resembles the ugly look of a bird at death
ah this sensation of unbearable sensual sex
ever so terrifyingly melancholy.

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About Sakutarō Hagiwara

(萩原 朔太郎, Hagiwara Sakutarō, 1 November 1886 – 11 May 1942) was a Japanese writer of free verse, active in the Taishō and early Shōwa periods of Japan. He liberated Japanese free verse from the grip of traditional rules, and he is considered the "father of modern colloquial poetry in Japan". He published many volumes of essays, literary and cultural criticism, and aphorisms over his long career. His unique style of verse expressed his doubts about existence, and his fears, ennui, and anger through the use of dark images and unambiguous wording. He died from pneumonia aged 55.

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Alternative Names: Sakutaro Hagiwara Sakutarou Hagiwara

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And my heart senses tears
it's the heart that always plays quietly alone
the heart is lonesome
the heart, early in its youthful boyhood, cast a shadow on my life
the gradually enlarging shadow of solitude
the shadow of terrifying melancholy grows.

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Ah lukewarm as this spring night
you who wander in a vermilion florid kimono
you who are as gentle as a younger sister
it's neither the cemetery's moon nor phosphorescence
nor shadow nor truth
and how simply so sad it is.
And so my life and body go on rotting
and in the shadow of the hazy landscape of "Nihilism"
are sensuously yet stickily reclining you see.

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