On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
This one reminds me of a poem of my own, reminds me of archetypes. Neighbor's forsythia- blossoms mostly withered- where have I been looking? Glen Kappy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a beautiful poem are vaa it makes me the feel of lotus in the pond thankyou poem hunter