Beside a
chrysanthemum
For one
chrysanthemum to bloom
the
nightingale
must have
wept like that since spring.
For one
chrysanthemum to bloom
the
thunder
must have
rolled like that in sombre clouds
Chrysanthemum!
You look like my sister
standing
before her mirror, just back
from far
away, far away byways of youth,
where she
was racked with longing and lack.
For your
yellow petals to bloom
the frost
must have come down like that last night
and I was
not able to get to sleep.
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