The rose
was not searching for the sunrise:
almost eternal on its branch,
it was searching for something else.
The rose
was not searching for darkness or science:
borderline of flesh and dream,
it was searching for something else.
The rose
was not searching for the rose.
Motionless in the sky
it was searching for something else.
translated by Robert Bly
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Perhaps the rose is searching for something that would render its thorns unnecessary…
Perhaps, but those thorns are not necessarily unwanted, either.
Touché. 😉
Interesting translation you have selected. I like path that it takes.
Glad you liked it, Bill.