kisaki treckers Help Chie Kato

English Translation of Chie's Poetry Works by Yosuke Tanaka

Thanks to Takayuki Teruyasu

11/13/99, revised 11/14/99

Where To Be

Coming back to my bicycle, I found
A dragonfly staying without its right wings
With its half wings
It was only able to crawl over,
Never to fly again.

Won't it be any longer living?
No, it won't be.

In a cloudy Sunday morning I couldn't find where to go;
I stopped by a drugstore
Where I couldn't find anything to buy.
I couldn't find where to be,
Checking out some tabloids unwillingly.

The dragonfly
Should die soon on a grassy area,
As I picked up the dragonfly
So easily from the pavement,
And put it on the grassy area.

I didn't mean to hurt it nor to treat it
I just did move it
Just did so, without any purpose.

Coming out of the drugstore
Into a sickening sunlight,
Still I couldn't find where to be.
I shouldn't be on the pavement
Nor on the grassy area.

The dragonfly without its right wings
Couldn't die where it wished;
Me, without my wings
Cannot find where to be.

Won't I be any longer living?
No, I won't.

The Lamp

I need some words like a lamp.
With such words in my hand
I will write a poem for you.

With the words
I want to enlighten
Your way
And
Yourself.

The Contrast

There's the sky,
And there's the sea.

There're the stars,
And there's the dark.

As here am I,
I wanna meet my shadow.

There's the wind,
And there's the forest.

Here am I,
And there's ...

A Baby Song

Wasn't it a day dream?
The thing you wanna give me
And I wanna get
Wasn't it an illusion?
I weeped a lot... My tears were melting away.
Oh it's graling.
Is it?
Yeah, it smells like the sunlight.
Oh the sky, you have cleared up by yourself
And I feel lonely moreover.

He is happily talking with someone in that room
His life seems to be goes as usual again
Even without me
I can't accept it!
Oh it's graling
Is it?
Yeah, the sun has already recovered its shining.
Oh the sky, the light, the snow...
You all have turned up beautifully by yourself
And I feel lonely forever.

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A delightful time
Passes too fast.

A sorrowful time
Stays too long.

A Chaotic Wave

Staying in a narrow darkness
Holding a crooked love
I am always waiting someone to come.

My words are not sufficient;
My body is not mature;
Is there something I can get still
With my words and my body?

The dust of the chalk
Coming from the blackboard
Is always falling off
Onto me.

Too much protection of myself
Should
Hurt my soul
Some day.

Have you found something precious for yourself?

I am sitting calmly
Listening to the sounds of the world
To find something I need.

In my crooked universe...

The Place

I am staying in a dark place:
A place much more sorrowful than the night
Where I have a dream a little bit.

I am staying in a cold place:
A place much more sorrowful than the winter
Where I have a wish a little bit.

Going down and down
Forever more
I am falling down into a hole of ruin.

The place where I am
Will never be visited by anyone.
Actually I realize that pretty well,
Still expecting someone to come.

The place where I am
Will never be free of loneliness.
Sometimes I pretend to accept it,
Still covering it with a gorgeous magic.

Making them accurately and accurately
Forever more
I am pinning myself with my words.

Is that where
My poetry is originated.