Happy the Man
by John Donne
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
BY SHUZO TAKIGUCHI
flow incessantly like water,
flow between mountains
swiftly like a kaleidoscope.
The solitude of the North Pole
bustles with human silhouettes.
Endless transmission of ABC.
On the shredded shore
a silk hat burns
like a mirror trick,
like a human echo
burns a silk hat endlessly.
Then the flames
were received like ABC.
On the night of a beautiful lunar eclipse
the silhouettes smiled.