Daily Musings of a Teacup Fanatic
Finding those rose-colored glasses again.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Ancient Poetry is Beautiful
A 10th Century love poem by Ki no Tsurayuki:
Scooping the water in my hands, I muddied the shallow mountain well
And could not slake my thirst.
So now I'm forced to part from her I love
And cannot stay to drink my fill.
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