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.
「ๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑ」ใฏๆๅญ้ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใฎๆงๅญใๆใใ่ฉฉใงใใ、ๆฅๅธธ็ๆดปใฎไธญใงๆใ่พผใฟใใใใซ็ฐกๅใซ่ฒใพใใใใๆๅใใใใจใใใฆใใพใ。
「ๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑ」ใฏๆๅญ้ใๅฌใฎ็ดซ้ฝ่ฑใฎๆงๅญใๆใใ่ฉฉใงใใ、ๆฅๅธธ็ๆดปใฎไธญใงๆใ่พผใฟใใใใซ็ฐกๅใซ่ฒใพใใใใๆๅใใใใจใใใฆใใพใ。
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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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「็งใฏ็ฒใๆใฆใใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใ、็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ？
่ฒ、่ณชๆ、้่
ใในใฆใ
่ฒใใชใ
ๆปใใใงใชใ
็ๅฝใใชใ
「็งใฏๆญปใใ ใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใ、็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ？
่ฒใฏ็ ๆผ ใฎ็
่ณชๆใฏๅผฑใไบ่ฃ
้่ใฏไนพ็ฅใใใใคใฉ
- ใใใผใฉใคใณ
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"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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「็งใฏ็ฒใๆใฆใใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใ、็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ？
่ฒ、่ณชๆ、้่
ใในใฆใ
่ฒใใชใ
ๆปใใใงใชใ
็ๅฝใใชใ
「็งใฏๆญปใใ ใฎ」ใจๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่จใฃใ
ใใใจใ、็งใฎ่ใ้้ใ？
่ฒใฏ็ ๆผ ใฎ็
่ณชๆใฏๅผฑใไบ่ฃ
้่ใฏไนพ็ฅใใใใคใฉ
- ใใใผใฉใคใณ
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Winter Hydrangea, pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.
Winter Hydrangea
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