Sanuki no Suke’s Diary: Postscript (2)

 

     Someone sent me this poem:

What grieving heart, what masterly hand

Could weave such profoundly moving lines?

Even as a reader, I am utterly undone,

My tears flowing far past my control.

     To which I reply:

Please understand—I only wove these words

In a desperate search to find some solace,

Yet now, they turn their beauty back upon me

As unbearable sorrow whenever I look upon them.