A bee
A bee
staggers out
of the peony
staggers out
of the peony
a field of cotton
a field of cotton...
as if the moon
had flowered
a field of cotton...
as if the moon
had flowered
a monk sips morning tea
a monk sips morning tea
it´s quite,
the chrysanthemum´s flowering.
a monk sips morning tea
it´s quite,
the chrysanthemum´s flowering.
when the winter chrysanthemums go
when the winter chrysanthemums go,
there´s nothing to talk about
but radishes
Publisher: www.poemhunter.com the world´s poetry archive. 2004.
translated by: Robert Hass.
Fotografía po.psi.que
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