For the full story of this beautiful poet, go to http://poem-a-day.knopfdoubleday.com/2010/04/29/izumi-shikibu/
Nothing
in the world
is usual today.
This is
the first morning.
*
Come quickly—as soon as
these blossoms open,
they fall.
This world exists
as a sheen of dew on flowers.
*
Even though
these pine trees
keep their original color,
everything green
is different in spring.
*
Seeing you is the thread
that ties me to this life—
If that knot
were cut this moment,
I’d have no regret.
*
Sleeplessly
I watch over
the spring night—
but no amount of guarding
is enough to make it stay.
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