“I picked an azalea…” by Izumi Shikibu

Just came from a literary festival in school. For all the poems read and heard tonight, I can only think of one I would rather curl up in bed with:

“I picked an azalea…”
Izumi Shikibu

I picked an azalea
And brought it home.
Now when I contemplate it,
In its crimson dye
I see the color
Of my lover’s robe.

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