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you had swept back your bangs for the first time
when I saw you under the apple tree
the flower-comb in your hair
I thought you yourself were a flower too.
you stretched out your pale white hand gently
giving me an apple:
like the ripening red of the autumn fruit
my first feeling of love
my sigh, without any awareness
touched your hair
the joys of love's offerings
drinking your love...
under a tree in the apple orchard
nature's narrow road
who left this token here?
your question gave me a piercing pleasure.
Shimazaki Toson
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Thursday, January 01, 2004 |
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Read poems about / on: flower, autumn, tree, hair, nature, red, time, love, joy
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Comments about this poem (First Love
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Shimazaki Toson
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Sonja Broderick (4/9/2005 1:09:00 PM)
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this has a sweet sentiment - well done.. not all will like your work, but this poet does, Sxx
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