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    The earth grates at my feet

    When I land alone and without destination

    Between the moon’s bewitchment

    And this monsterous plate of snow

    The void blackened by cold

    Fronts hollow against my brow

    …the musicians died with sheetlike faces

    infants came into a pale watercoloured world of mist…

    A pointed blue phosphorescence

    Integrates the wind thick and fast

    Busily floating up and sinking down

    Stitching up a blanket of snow

    …ah, a black parade of acacia…

    I have been under no illusion thus far

    I have failed to live up to myself

    This road that I have taken tonight

    Is not the proper path

    It will benefit no one

    Yet I am helpless to find another way

    …trace of the thinnest white fissure in

    a crystal sky of subdued lustre…

    The snow makes it all more desolate than an ocean

    With its incessant flickering.

    — Miyazawa Kenji,┬áDEPARTURE TO A DIFFERENT ROAD, 1925.
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