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Japanese poem |
On the plum blossoms Thick fell the snow; I wished to gather some To show to thee, But it melted in my hands. Among the hills The snow still lies- But the willows Where the torrents rush together Are in full bud. To what shall I compare This life of ours? It is like a boat Which at daybreak rows away And leaves no trace behind it. The sky is a sea Where the cloud-billows rise; And the moon is a bark; To the groves of the stars It is oaring its way. Japanese Nature Poem Author unknown.+ Title: The Importance of Purity* *From A History of Japanese Literature by W.G.Aston. |