Nothing
in the world
is usual today.
This is
the first morning.
Come quickly–as soon as
these blossoms open,
they fall.
The world exists
as a sheen of dew on flowers.
Even though
these pine trees
keep their original color,
everything green
is different in spring.
Seeing you is the thread
that ties me to this life–
If that knot
were cut this moment
I'd have no regret.
Sleeplessly
I watch over
the spring night–
but no amount of guarding
is enough to make it stay.
-Izumi Shikibu
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