Orchid Poem by Kinsley Lee

By Byung-Ki Lee
1.
In a hand held a book which unopened,
I dozed off, suddenly awakened,
The sunlight has passed slantwise,
And the cool breezes arise.
Orchid buds!
A few orchid buds
Are just about to bloom.

2.
The wind stirs the newly
Sprouted orchid leaves.
If I were asleep deeply,
I wouldn't know and no grieves,
But opened
Eyes, I cannot bear
To see them break, in bitterly.

The fresh morning sunlight
Shines through my window screen,
The orchid fragrance, between the daylight,
Flows in like a tide of spleen.
Even briefly,
How could I leave them,
Beside what they have been?

3.
Today, it has rained continuously
All day long. And when
The orchid flowers sorrowly
Are falling and others're bloomming once again,
They offer
Some solace fairly
To my lonely and lonesome heart.

I can't forget them, and they tack on,
Also, and seem to follow me.
When I rather sit turn my back on,
Placing books in front of me.
All the each
Of Pages, whenever
I turn them, the fragrance rises again to me.

4.
The slender, elegant leaves
Like hard but feel gentle,
The white blossoms arrayed on
The thick stem which is puple.
And clear dews
Be the beads like gems
Are adorning and adhering on every knuckle.

By nature, the mind
Of orchid enjoy the purity,
In clear and clean sand,
They setting its roots coils in maturity.
Even, stand off
From the smallest speck
Of dust, and thriving on rain and dew seeking for naturity.
(Jun.,16th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)