Interlude: Other People's Poetry, Inappropriately Timed Haiku Edition

That spring night I spent
Pillowed on your arm
Never really happened
Except in a dream.
Unfortunately I am
Talked about anyway.

-Lady Suo (11th-12th cent.), tr. Kenneth Rexroth.
One of my favorite poems in every season.

1 comment:

Mr. Apron said...

Oh, how we do love our gossip. Even if it isn't true.

Mark that: especially if it isn't true.

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