floridum mare

The harvest overflowing the multi-colored plain rolls,
undulates, and unfurls in the cool wind cradling it;
and the profile of some harrow on the distant sky
seems like a ship pitching and raising a dark bowsprit.

And beneath my feet the sea, right to the purple west,
sky-blue or pink or violet or ultramarine or
the white horses scattered by the ebb,
becomes infinitely green, like a huge meadow.

The gulls, too, following the flood,
flew in whirlwinds with joyful cries
towards the ripe com swollen by a golden tide;

While from the land a honeyed breeze spread
flights of butterflies over the flowery ocean
after the desire of their winged ecstasy.

José-Maria de Heredia

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narcissus

The narcissus that seems gentle
Without being weak
Is the handsome hero of flowers.

Itō Shintoku

colors

In nooks and corners
Cold remains:
Flowers of the plum.

Yosa Buson

 

flowers for heliodora

White, white violets
with myrtle and tender narcissus;
I shall weave laughing lilies
and soft crocus and purple hyacinths
with roses, flowers of lovers.
I shall come to decorate her brow
and brighten her perfumed hair
in a fine rain of flowers.

Meleagros

on wildflowers

River winds
spread wildflower scent
across the fields.

Nōa

transience

The snow of yesterday
that fell like cherry petals
is water once again.

Gozan

a flower at a traveler’s inn

Overtaken by darkness
I will lodge under the boughs of a tree.
Flowers alone
host me tonight.

Taira no Tadanori