Author Kobayashi Issa At my daughter's grave, thirty days after her death: Windy fall-- these are the scarlet flowers she liked to pick. Translated by Robert Hass Tags daughter death flower Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments