As I made an offering of the last of the gowns given me by His Majesty, I began to weep, for it was the one I had thought I would keep forever.

Year after year this keepsake,
His small-sleeved gown,
Has been with me, until today—
Stricken by the loss of it. [5.26]

sad girl



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