Great Aso

By, Tatsuji MiyoshiTranslated by, Edith Marcombe Shiffert

& Yuki Sawa

Horse are standing in rain.

A herd of horses with one or two foals is standing in rain.

In hushed silence rain is falling.

The horses are eating grass.

With tails, and backs too, and manes too, completely soaking wet

they are eating grass,eating grass.

Some of them are standing with necks bowed over absent-mindedly and not eating grass.

Rain is falling and falling in hushed silence.

The mountain is sending up smoke.

The peak of Nakadake is sending up dimly yellowish and heavily oppressive volcanic smoke, densely, densely.

And rain clouds too all over the sky.

Still they continue without ending.Horses are eating grass.

On one of the hills of the Thousand-Mile-Of-Grassthey are absorbedly eating blue-green grass.

Eating.

They are all standing there quietly.

They are quietly gathered in one place forever, drippingand soaked with rain.

If a hundred years go by in this single moment, there wouldbe no wonder.

Rain is falling. Rain is falling.

In hushed silence rain is falling.