Beside a chrysanthemum by Midang Sŏ Chŏng-ju
For one chrysanthemum to bloom
a nightingale
has sobbed since spring, perhaps.
For one chrysanthemum to bloom
thunder
has pealed in dark clouds, perhaps.
Flower! Like my sister standing
at her mirror, just back
from far away, far away byways of youth,
where she was racked with longing and lack:
last night's frost came down
to bid your yellow petals bloom, perhaps,
while I could not get to sleep.
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