Neo-Confucian Gentility: the Floral of Haiku

by Changming Yuan

Orchid: Deep in the valley

Alone on an obscure spot

You bloom none the less

Lotus: From foul decayed silt

You shoot clean against the sun

Never pollutable

Mum:  Hanging on and on

Even when wishes wither

You keep flowering

Plum:  Your brave bold blood dropped

As though to melt all world’s snow

Before spring gathers

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