Like a flower, but not a flower <br />No one cares when it falls <br />And lies discarded at the roadside <br />But though <br />Unmoved, I think about <br />The tangle of wounded tendrils <br />Lovely eyes full of sleep <br />About to open,yet <br />Still in dreams, following the wind ten thousand miles <br />In search of love <br />Startled, time and again, by the oriole's cry <br /> <br />Do not pity the flower that flies off <br />Grieve for the western garden <br />Its fallen red already beyond mending -- <br />Now, after morning rain <br />What's left? <br />A pond full of broken duckweed <br />If the three parts of spring <br />Two turn to dust <br />One to flowing water <br />Look -- <br />These are not catkins <br />But drop after drop of parted lover's tears<br /><br />Su Tung-po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shui-lung-yin/
