Beside a Chrysanthemum
Has the cuckoo cried
since early spring
to get this one chrysanthemum to bloom?
Has the thunder rolled
through inky clouds
to get this one chrysanthemum to bloom?
My sister stands at the mirror now,
back from the dumb-aching paths
of distant wayward youth.
You remind me so of her.
The frost fell thick last night
your yellow leaves to bloom;
a sleepless night for me, I think,
as also indeed for you.
Source: http://myhome.naver.com/woomi9/poem/scj306.htm
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