When I rose to leave, I saw Ariake choked with tears, struggling with the thought that we might never meet again. I was moved by the depth of his feelings.

On my sleeves, reflected
In tears, the dawn moon.
If only it would remain
Here, after daybreak.
I kept this poem to myself. [3.14]

sad girl



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