A boundless main,
Storm-tossed, you distant from my bed,
Now,
Were I to sweep it, my sleeve
Might float as does the sea-foam.
(Ise)
More Poetry from Ise:
- Even In Our dreams (Ise Poems)
- Seeing The Plum Blossoms By The River (Ise Poems)
- Hidden 'mongst the trees (Ise Poems)
- That you would come tonight (Ise Poems)
- A mountain brook (Ise Poems)
- Seeing The Returning Geese (Ise Poems)