Ihara’s lovers
Coming so oft to bad ends
Love falling like rain.
Gengobei’s woman
Pressing, clambering, climbing
For her happy end.
Osaka’s houses
Were pleasure-quarters then—hear
The songs of those days.
Lovers’ tears falling
Like innumerable scales
From a shaved herring.
Ted de Bary’s words
Enhancing intertextual
Pleasure in reading.
Gold and sex and death
Blossoms falling—in the sea
Dorados flashing.
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