the tales of ise
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Is it dew falling from heaven
that drenches my sleeves?
No matter how I tread,
I cannot reach you,
even on this path of dreams.
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The equerry’s poem:
If only there were
no cherry blossoms in this world,
what calm would reign
in the heart of spring.
Then someone else recited:
It is because
the blossoms scatter
that they are splendid.
In this world of sorrow,
what lasts for long?
