Winter Hydrangea

Day 52 ... spring hasn't come yet.

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"Winter Hydrangeas" is a poem that literally describes the state of hydrangeas in winter, but it also seeks to portray how easily assumptions can be fostered in everyday life.

「冬の紫陽花」は文字通り冬の紫陽花の様子を描いた詩ですが、日常生活の中で思い込みがいかに簡単に育まれるかを描写しようともしています。

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Winter Hydrangea

"I am exhausted," said she,
Or did I hear her wrong?

The colours, the textures, the veins.

Everything is
Colourless,
Smoothless,
Lifeless.

"I am dead," said she,
Or, did I hear her wrong?

The colours are desert sand,
The textures are weak cracks,
The veins are desiccated mummies.

- Michie Lyne

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「私は疲れ果てたの」と彼女は言った
それとも、私の聞き間違え？

色、質感、静脈
すべてが
色がない
滑らかでない
生命がない

「私は死んだの」と彼女は言った
それとも、私の聞き間違え？

色は砂漠の砂
質感は弱い亀裂
静脈は乾燥したミイラ

- ミチーライン

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Winter Hydrangea, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.

Winter Hydrangea