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| − | ''Description:'' Anthology of some fifty short poems, nominally inspired by various flowers and plants during a garden stroll, but viewed by many Dynasts as a political allegory condemning Dynastic politics. Intimately connected with the underground Ishin Shishi movement. Possession of a copy can alone lead to difficulty with senior Dynasts and the Deliberative, sometimes even inquiries by House-leaning magistrates. | + | ''Description:'' Anthology of some fifty short poems, nominally inspired by various flowers and plants during a garden stroll, but viewed by many Dynasts as a political allegory condemning Dynastic politics. Intimately connected with the underground [[Ishin Shishi]] movement. Possession of a copy can alone lead to difficulty with senior Dynasts and the Deliberative, sometimes even inquiries by House-leaning magistrates. |
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Revision as of 14:12, 24 September 2012
Author: by Tepet Tilis Shogo
Description: Anthology of some fifty short poems, nominally inspired by various flowers and plants during a garden stroll, but viewed by many Dynasts as a political allegory condemning Dynastic politics. Intimately connected with the underground Ishin Shishi movement. Possession of a copy can alone lead to difficulty with senior Dynasts and the Deliberative, sometimes even inquiries by House-leaning magistrates.
Contents:
The rose stands tall amongst the lesser blossoms.
Dew on each red petal glistening with the fiery glow of sunset,
As they did in dawn’s light, so long ago.
While, unseen in the shadows of her leaves,
Sharp thorns await for those who come too close.
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The blossom of the cherry tree
Burst forth, the first after the snow
Vanguard of a new floral charge
They arrive as one
Rest briefly on the branches, side by side
Their perfect form and symmetry displayed
For only the shortest blinking of an eye
Before they fall and vanish on the breeze
Their beauty saved, unfaded
More noble than those flowers who longer stay.
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With too few plum blossoms,
None will come into the garden.
But with too many,
Their strength of scent
Will distract from the view.
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The oak
Stands proud and tall
Firm and unbending through the wind and rain
Its roots holding tight the fertile soil.
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The willow
Bent low by the water’s edge
Contemplating its reflection in the stream
Roots shifting with the flood along the bank.
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The maple
Bursts forth its leaves, a fiery display
A herald of approaching end
And, through the cycle, new beginnings.
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The pine
Needles thick and green all through the year
Remembrance of growth that was
And that will come again.
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The ash
Growing thin and tall
Branches reaching up towards the sky
Alone with the caress of the wind.
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Too long we tend the garden
By picking out the lilies.
Why not place them here, in ordered rows?
Their beauty bringing glory to the garden
While our attentions turn to proper weeding.
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Without the beauty of the crimson rose
None come to tend the tranquil garden.
Once-ordered beds of peonies
Spill out in disarray
While o’er the crumbling garden wall
Come creeping weeds
And the first black taint of blight.
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The peony
Whose leaves expand
To take the sunlight from its fellows
Will soon choke the whole garden
Worse than any weed.
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A single violet
Alone amongst the vast fields of wildflowers
Shall it be forgotten?
Or, shall its uniqueness there
Bring it even greater attentions?
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