Author Hiroaki Sato Several clumps of bamboo by a river inlet. Rain past, fresh shoots have broken out of green moss. They maintained, I see, their purity through the cold, developing their culms while in the ground. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments