Was I a Samurai renowned, Two-sworded, fierce, immense of bow? A histrion angular and profound? A priest? A porter? -- Child, although I have forgotten clean, I know That in the shade of Fujisan, What time the cherry-orchard blow, I loved you once in old Japan. As here you loiter, flowing-gowned And hugely sashed, with pins a-row Your quaint head as with flamelets crowned, Demure, inviting -- even so, When merry maids in Miyako To feel the sweet o' the year began, And green gardens to overflow, I loved you once in old Japan. Clear shine the hills; the rice-fields round Two cranes are circling; sleepy and slow, A blue canal the lake's blue bound Breaks at the bamboo bridge; and lo! Touched with the sundown's spirit and glow, I see you turn, with flirted fan, Against the plum-tree's bloomy snow ... I loved you once in old Japan! Envoy Dear, 'twas a dozen lives ago; But that I was a lucky man The Toyokuni here will show: I loved you -- once -- in old Japan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE ALMA RIVER by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HOPE DEFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ASPIRATIONS: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND |