poem by Otomo Surugamaro from The Man’yoshu

Again and again I think of her–
. . .a thousand waves
. . . .lapping my heart
. . . . .in a single day–
yet how hard it is to wrap that jewel
. . . . .around my wrist.

translated by Ian Hideo Levy

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