AS AXE BLOW

Here is a stone-hill filled with taken away stones.

There is a leaning larder collecting in what is already eaten.

(All still as ardent as a forgotten memory of a light burned out.)

The surpassed present time is without real answers

and sowing here without harvest in a curious connection

Viet knows what Honour causes, while here now life;

last and finally is mostly for ill hidden purposes grief

IN WITH THE UNREACHABLE TO GRAB!

TAKE THE FINAL STEP!

Be a solidity with the striking-weapon; Clarity and Right,

and fill up the patience, break here down suffering!

BE THE WORLD A WITHSTANDING DELIGHT!

NOW LIVE YOURSELF FULL!

It begins.

Enter to the present time with something monumental:

TRUTH.

AS AXE BLOW

THE UNTIMELY

Want to save this moment from escaping,

for it is irreplaceable ― irresistible ―

almost unsparingly fair ― undefiled

Calmed, by misplaced sun warmth

(the betraying), to take myself a freod filled moment

(Wholly and fully as a dumb animal who right away,

instantly forgets, when a little heat reaches to look in.)

Trees, continuing the raining, in a well-aimed loan

compounded with sighing, home to its certainty

Woods, slayed again on its leaves, on its flowers and straws,

molded to clouds and soils service in a secret

There was something well-known…

about all this helpless nuisance,

this here too barren established;

that Life become Death’s only joke

returning to soon be the lost

And while burdened steps cry away the dust of the road

the pouring rain fills an already overfilled water keg

THE UNTIMELY

After most of these translations have been sitting around for five years, I finally got it somewhat together.