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Apr. 25th, 2019
7.3.19, Western Nowhere, Tokyo: Today’s pun prize goes to… La Pan & Tartue http://bit.ly/2D2VGdB
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Spring’s dusk comes to the imperial city.
Rattle, clatter, carriages and horses pass.
Everyone is saying, “It’s peony season,”
and I follow them to buy flowers.
Expensive or cheap, there is no fixed cost,
prices shift with the number of blossoms.
Though a hundred red ones are like flames, flames,
even a small bouquet is worth five rolls of silk.
Canopies are used to cover the flowers
and bamboo frames protect them.
They are sprinkled and sealed with mud
so that, transplanted, their colour doesn’t change.
Every household follows this craze,
and no one wakes up from the addiction.
Now an old farmer
chances by the flower market,
lowers his head and sighs alone.
No one understands his sigh.
One cluster of deep-coloured flowers
would pay the taxes of ten households.
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Rattle, clatter, carriages and horses pass.
Everyone is saying, “It’s peony season,”
and I follow them to buy flowers.
Expensive or cheap, there is no fixed cost,
prices shift with the number of blossoms.
Though a hundred red ones are like flames, flames,
even a small bouquet is worth five rolls of silk.
Canopies are used to cover the flowers
and bamboo frames protect them.
They are sprinkled and sealed with mud
so that, transplanted, their colour doesn’t change.
Every household follows this craze,
and no one wakes up from the addiction.
Now an old farmer
chances by the flower market,
lowers his head and sighs alone.
No one understands his sigh.
One cluster of deep-coloured flowers
would pay the taxes of ten households.
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