I regret picking
and not picking
(Translated – Faubion Bowers)
Violets have grown here and there
on the ruins of my burned house.
(By – Yagi Shokyu-ni; Translated – Asataro Miyamori)
Behold! violets bloom within
The fence of the forbidden ground.
(By – Shida Yaba; Translated – Asataro Miyamori)
One stroke of the hoe —
they huddle, uprooted
(By – Uejima Onitsura; Translated – Cheryl A. Crowley)
[It is bitterly cold here today, so I am dreaming of warmer days and posting some flower-themed poetry.]