The inky-garmented, truth-dead Cloud — woven by dumb ghost alone in
the darkness of phantasmal mountain-mouth — kidnapped the
maiden Moon, silence-faced, love-mannered, mirroring her golden
breast in silvery rivulets:
The Wind, her lover, grey-haired in one moment, crazes around the
Universe, hunting her dewy love-letters, strewn secretly upon the
oat-carpets of the open field.
O, drama! never performed, never gossiped, never rhymed! Behold — to
the blind beast, ever tearless, iron-hearted, the Heaven has no
mouth to interpret these tidings!
Ah, where is the man who lives out of himself? — the poet inspired often
to chronicle these things?
- Yone Noguchi (Japanese poet [composing in English], 1875-1947)