Sunday, August 06, 2006

Sunday Poetry Corner - Samurai Poetry

Mountain and river, grass and tree, grow more barren;
for ten miles winds smell of blood in the fresh battlefield.
Conquering horses do not advance nor do men talk;
outside Jinzhou Castle, I stand in the setting sun.

Emperor's army, a million, conquered the powerful foe;
field battles and fort assaults made mountains of corpses.
Ashamed - how can I face their fathers, grandfathers?
We triumph today?

Nogi Maresuke

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