Bamboo

Something straight growing on the ground,
something sharp, blue, growing on the ground,
piercing the frozen winter,
in morning's empty path where its green leaves glisten,
shedding tears,
shedding the tears,
now repentance over, from above its shoulders,
blurred bamboo roots spreading,
something sharp, blue, growing on the ground.
Translation: 
Language: 
Author of original: 
Hagiwara Sakutaro
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.