A Painting of Chrysanthemums in the Boneless Style of Hsü Ch'ung-ssu

I face the yellow flowers,
silent, saying nothing.
The yellow flowers face me
as if they had feeling.
Slender stems, leaf after leaf
touched with frosty breath;
heavy flowers, petal after petal
alive with the clarity of autumn.
Author of original: 
Y├╝n Shou-p'ing
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