I was waiting for it impatiently
With a note of longing in my heart.
After winter I need it urgently,
So I’d like bright spring days to start…
And now I may marvel at them,
And rejoice at their subtle beauty,
And try to preserve them in a poem
As if it was my overriding duty.
For this fabulous sight and a warm breeze
I memorize it for the rest of this year:
Little leaves on barely awoken trees,
And this shy greenery… It’s so near…
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