April 21, 2011
April 18, 2011
April 4, 2011
The hue of the cherry
fades too quickly from sight
all for nothing
this body of mine grows old--
spring rain ceaselessly falling.
- Ono no Komachi
This gathered cherry branch can scarce convey
A fancy of the blossom-laden tree:
Blooming in sunlight, could I view it there
Thoughts of its beauty would drive sleep away.