Although there were no proper quarters for ladies, I had withdrawn to a room to rest and was pondering what might happen next when a letter was brought to me containing this poem:

I cannot awaken
From that brief dream.
Your image lingers in my heart,
Your perfume on my sleeve. [2.13]

sad girl



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