What a life!
I
to you signs of life of the wilderness
Should be a great pleasure to witness
When bed-ridden, forbidden for all
Summer time had turned to fall
Golden persimmons and twigs of pine
Arranged in a vase, looking so fine
Like birds’ singing and morning dew
These lust of life would revive you
Glad that life had you in touch
And you would like it very much
But the next day you told me, with annoy
That I should never bring these things over
“For the sweet attracted fruit flies to hover
And the pine needles littered my teapoy
As to the morning dew or birds’ noisy stuff
I had the windows shut and ears plugged.”
Well, I could, if you refused to get a life,
Rather be a housekeeper than a housewife
II
Like dough leavening, The earth is awakening
Spongy under feet, with a crispy crust breaking
grass still earthen but are budding under cover
Time to go picking shepherd’s purse and clover
Even in severest winter, they are never dead
nursing their energy hidden to start out instead
What a surprise to see them flowering in frost
To seize the day and hour of life at every cost
And the clover buds from their perennial roots
Purplish, plump and supple like baby’s hand
I just cannot help picking and picking and picking
The abundance of food from Earth in early spring
But I know it’s not you there returning to this band
Since you passed away only one month ago
And was buried in an urn to a cemetery tomb
predetermined not to return to Earth’s womb
The azure of heaven, the evergreen pines
The first plums and magnolias is abloom
Life is so heart-wrenchingly beautiful
How dare you not to love it but betray