
in persia, the first day of the spring
is new year's day.

celebrate the solstice.
but for the japanese, it's much more conscious. something about us being part of nature, nature being part of us, has not been lost.

this is ono no komachi writing a poem.
could this sad poem be it?
How invisibly
it changes color
in this world,
the flower
of the human heart.
(Chikanobu Toyohara, Shunzan Katsukawa,
Nobukazu Watanabe, Arthur Wesley Dow,
Gesso Yoshimoto, poem from Ink Dark Moon, tr. Hirshfield/Aratani.)