Sunday, March 13, 2011

Green by David Herbert Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.
Before the white chrysanthemum by Yosa Buson

Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.

Japanese-style post today.
Pray for Japan, everyone!
I've been to Japan, and I love it -- I love the people, the smell, the nature, the city, the food, so many things.
Now, they need us.