Boudoir Resentment

Translated by: 
Justin Hill

Hands full of herbs

she cries at sunset

hearing the neighbour’s husband

has returned.


South-flying geese turned north

the day her husband left.

Today the north-flying geese

turn south.


Spring comes, autumn goes

her feelings remain.

Years come, then pass –

his messages dwindle.


Unbolting her red door each night,

she waits for no one to visit

hears through the curtains

the sound of washing clothes.

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