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Poem for Sunday, Cherry Blossoms, Independence Day: Resurgence


Sakura
By Mushimaro
Translated by Michael Hoffman

Soaring in white clouds,
The cherry trees are in full bloom,
Every branch bending with loaded blossoms.
But the wind is ceaseless as the peak is lofty,
And day after day falls the spring rain;
The flowers have scattered from the upper sprays.
May the blossoms on the lower branches neither fall nor lose their beauty,
Till you, who journey, grass for pillow, Come home again!

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Because the weather was lovely and the cherry blossoms were reported to be as close to peak as we're going to get this season, we went downtown Saturday morning to see what there was to see. I know a lot of the flowers were ruined by the snow, but it was hard to tell except up close; from a distance the trees looked a bit pinker than usual, and there were plenty of pretty clusters of blossoms. Since we got down early, we only hit major crowds as we were walking back to the car, having concluded that the lines at the food trucks were too long, so we went to Lebanese Taverna for lunch instead and it was great.

















Maddy had to work for much of the day, so we didn't see her till late in the evening, before which we watched some basketball (with the Maryland women now out of the tournament, I will root for both Oregon teams, though as long as UNC doesn't win the men's tournament, I won't complain too much whatever happens). In the evening we watched Independence Day: Resurgence with Adam on HBO, and while it's not a particularly good movie, it's not nearly as bad as, say, Batman v. Superman, so I'm not sure why the reviews were so terrible. It's kind of the Equilibrium of alien invasion movies only without Sean Bean.
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