Stayed out all too soon
the frost was almost gone
In the cold clear brightness
every black bent twig revealed
Every imperfection exposed, yet beauty
in sight from my window
In the dead grass by my corner
of the house I saw
The little green noses of hyacinth
and jonquil peeping from the cold earth
Which gave my heart such warmth
and pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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