4 Poems (Yosano Akiko)

Following his bath I gave my handsome lover My purple robe To protect him from the cold He blushed and was beautiful He stood by the door Calling through the evening The name of my sister Who died last year Who died last year O how I pitied him Upon hearing your poem I had to bite my sleeve to keep from crying Out in the Osaka Inn That bitter cold autumn day Friends please don't ask Whatever remains of love Don't preach to me Let our poetry endure It is the cross we bear Friends please don't ask Whatever remains of love And don't preach to me Let our poetry endure It is the cross we bear Whatever remains of love Poetry endure It is the cross we bear