In the scenery of spring,
nothing is better, nothing worse;
The flowering branches are
of themselves, some short, some long.
As translated in Haiku : Spring (1950) by Reginald Horace Blyth
In the scenery of spring,
nothing is better, nothing worse;
The flowering branches are
of themselves, some short, some long.
As translated in Haiku : Spring (1950) by Reginald Horace Blyth