Dated summer of 1931
Artist's inscription; poem, twelve lines, five-character meter:
There are many types of rose.
The family is the same but the names differ.
They are difficult to pick when in bloom.
The thorn is like the tooth of a saw.
The branch of the white rose is long,
The red is heavy with fragrance.
Growing at the side of the path,
They often catch your clothes.
Border them with fence and grass
And you can walk through them easily.
Perhaps even in the Golden Valley Garden of the Shi Family
There was not such an elegant atmosphere.
Marking: Collectors' seals: Robert Hatfield Ellsworth Collection