William Wordsworth
1804 · Lake District, England · Remembering the daffodils he had seen by the lake with his sister Dorothy two years before
For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the Daffodils.
"Daffodils," in Poems, in Two Volumes (1807)
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Sei Shonagon 清少納言
c. 1000 · Heian Japan
In spring, the dawn. The edge of the hills, slowly whitening, grows a little light, and purplish clouds trail in thin streaks.
春は、あけぼの。やうやう白くなりゆく、山ぎは少し明りて、紫だちたる雲の細くたなびきたる。The Pillow Book (Makura no soshi), the first section
Jeong Mongju 鄭夢周
later 14th century · Goryeo Korea
The spring rain is too fine to form drops, but in the night there is the faintest sound. The snow is gone and the south stream will be swelling. How many shoots of grass have come up, I wonder?
春雨細不滴 夜中微有聲
雪盡南溪漲 多少草芽生Poeun jip, book 2, "Spring"
Du Fu 杜甫
761 · Tang China
A good rain knows its season; it comes just as spring begins. It steals in on the wind by night and wets all things, fine and soundless.
好雨知時節，當春乃發生。
隨風潛入夜，潤物細無聲。"Welcome Rain on a Spring Night," in the Complete Tang Poems
Dorothy Wordsworth
April 15, 1802 · Lake District, England · Two years later her brother William remembered this day and wrote the poem "Daffodils"
I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind
The Grasmere Journal
Yosa Buson 与謝蕪村
mid-18th century · Edo Japan
The spring sea, all day long rising and falling, rising and falling.
春の海ひねもすのたりのたりかなA haiku
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