Conspiracy of spring
a man awakes and through the window sees
a pear tree blossoming,
and instantly the mountain weighing on his heart
dissolves and disappears.

O you will understand!  Is there a grieving man
who can hold on stubbornly
to a single flower that withered
in last year’s autumn gale,
when spring consoles and with a smile
presents him with a giant wreath of flowers
at his very window?