from Journey: ANONYM 4
--Shuntaro Tanikawa (trans. Takako Lento) 
The afternoon sun casts its light
on the corpse of a cat that was just run over
Its soul could have chosen to stay with him for life
if it wanted to  
But it passes on in an instant
leaving so much behind  
No matter how small a thing is
it cannot be fully elaborated
Silence contains
just words  
The edges of clouds shine in gold
seduces me

[via poetry international]

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