(Chikanobu: Snow-bijin entering
the temple. JAOD)
nothing lasts, the old nun said.
To see a beauty
in a nunnery was odd.
Hiding from the world
must be a sad reaction.
He was made restless
by that one, brief glimpse of her.
But she would not answer him;
she would rather die.
He saw it as haughtiness.
A man’s insistence,
she felt, was just like the wind
which would blow hot and then cold.