At this special moment (that the virus is prevailing over the flowers), I try to amuse myself (and hopefully you!) with a few selected poems I translated from Chinese (if not noted, it was written by yours truly).
1. Plum flowers
I thought the flowers were snow from afar
Getting close I saw bees searching for nectar
2. Apricot flowers
The sun warms the blue sky
Among pink petals bees fly.
3. Mustard or canola flowers
From afar I seek the steps of spring,
I arrive at Wuyuan where fields are golden.
The hedges sparse ‘n small road deep,
Flowers gone but leaves not formed a shade.
Kids running chasing yellow butterflies,
who fly into mustard flowers to hide.
— A poem by Yang Wanli, Tang Dynasty. Translated by Zachary Huang
4. Flowering cherry flowers
A Bee Sings to Cherry
— Zachary Huang
You are pink the sky’s blue
The spring sunlight sends
Warmth, on me and you
I buzz over for an encounter
for your beauty, your fragrance
and of course, your sweet!
With a gust of wind, tomorrow
your petals will fall
I will lightly embrace you
With a kiss to take away your sorrow
I will cherish your sweetness
Store them as honey
Though your life is gone in a haste
Humans will have a long time
To give your honey a taste
**Written on April 12, 2018 after sorting photos of bees on cherry flowers, at Urbana, IL, USA