[Spoiler] Metal Flower “code”/text

This is more to expand on the PSA: Metal flowers have texts inside them. thread u/Lord_Xp started. I was going to make a comment but thought I'd share my findings in a separate thread. Though not exactly spoilers the contents will spoil some aspects of discovery for some people.

Anyway, as u/Lord_Xp noted, the Metal Flowers have text inside. When I got my first one I noticed that the Mark I flower looked a lot like a hidden message, or directions. After getting a few more I realised that they're actually Haiku's, after a while I started looking them up and it turned out that they were indeed. Not only that, but they're also existing literary works from around Edo period. If you've seen Mark II & III flowers you'll know these aren't Haiku's but longer form text, these are also poetry from different periods in the past.

Though I haven't found all flowers, I have started compiling a list of the works and their authors (and the books) of the ones I have found. So as people are interested in the flowers text, I thought I'd share them.

Format:

Findings:

Mark I

A

Yosa Buson

Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep Eastward

B

Yosa Buson

Evening wind: water laps the heron's legs.

C

Basho Matsuo

Lightning flash— what I thought were faces are plumes of pampas grass.

D

Basho Matsuo

Orchid Breathing incense into butterfly wings

E

Basho Matsuo

Summer grasses: all that remains of soldiers' dreams.

F

Yama Bato

When this pine sapling grows to flower… who'll be here?

G

Kobayashi Issa

Sharing tree shade with a butterfly friends in a previous life.

H

Kobayashi Issa

Watching the river through a window of trees… spring rain falls

I

Fukuda Chiyo-ni

From the mind of a single, long vine one hundred opening lives.

J

Chiyo-jo

To tangle or untangle the willow… it's up to the wind.

Mark II

C

Jalaluddin Rumi

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

The dust of many crumbled cities settles over us like a forgetful doze, but we are older than those cities.

We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life and into animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.

Mark III

D

Charlotte Brontë

Life

Life, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall?

E

John keats

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease

F

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

IV. Inland Waters: Highlands

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.

H

Henry David Thoreau

A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

Low in the eastern sky Is set they glancing eye; And though its gracious light Ne'er riseth to my sight Yet every star that climbs Above the gnarled limbs Of yonder hill Conveys thy gentle will

J

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To Nature

It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.

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