Summer’s long gone and here in Wooster, Ohio at least, with every passing day, Fall is turning more and more into a welcome song for winter. Of course, there’s beauty and inspiration to be found just as much in the falling snow and browning leaves as in Spring’s pretty little flowers but I (Ananya Shrestha, Asst. Editor) for one, definitely prefer the sun. From Artful Dodge 48/49 then, in fond memory of the spring, we have here one of Jeanne Larsen’s poems from “Translating Flowers That Don’t Have Names: The Poems of Lady Pistilstamens in Tenth-Century China” that talks a lot more than nice weather. Happy reading and stay warm, though!
Spring’s first day! An offering:
these inner garden flowers,
each blossom’s tender pollen-parts
a fragile dawn-cloud pink.
Kneel with them on jade-white steps
studded still with dew—
at once, His Majesty orders, Give them
to that pretty harem girl.