Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 16, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Cell of Torment

by Ohogimi (7th century).

The Cell of Torment
When cometh spring with footsteps light
And clotheth earth with verdure bright,
The songless birds with songs resound,
And cherry petals flood the ground.
So flowerless since ‘neath winter’s white,                        5
I scarce can bide the lovely sight,
So soon to pass into the night,
Of life perfected without blight,
When cometh spring.
Put in the winter-tide at night,                                       10
When earth is bathed in wan moonlight,
And fallen leaves drift o’er the ground
With russet rustlings all around —
Then yearn I for the year’s delight
When cometh spring.                                                   15

(Transl. by Elizabeth W. and Frѐre Champney, 1917)


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