my face
i first saw my face in a dream
on a night when my fever had been high
for some time.
i had gone to sleep praying to christ
and a face was revealed.
not, of course, my face nowadays
nor my face when i was young
nor the face of the noblest of angels
as i always picture it in my mind.
it was a face surpassing even this --
and i knew at once it was my own.
about the face was a gold-tinged blackness.
the next day when my eyes opened
the fever raged no less,
but in my heart was a strange calm.
-- yagi jukichi
on a night when my fever had been high
for some time.
i had gone to sleep praying to christ
and a face was revealed.
not, of course, my face nowadays
nor my face when i was young
nor the face of the noblest of angels
as i always picture it in my mind.
it was a face surpassing even this --
and i knew at once it was my own.
about the face was a gold-tinged blackness.
the next day when my eyes opened
the fever raged no less,
but in my heart was a strange calm.
-- yagi jukichi