In bed in my own room I was haunted by a vision of Ariake’s earnest face hovering beside me. At noon there was a long and apparently sincere letter, with this poem:

The sorrow, the heart’s hurt—
Words cannot render this.
I saw her so briefly,
The woman of my dreams. [2.10]

sad girl



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From The Confessions of Lady Nijō, translated by Karen Brazell - About this site