(A print by Hiroshige) From the dawn, Také San,
Follow me back through night
Till I recapture
Evening. (The bending hours of darkness
Sway apart like lilies
Before the backward-blowing wind.) At last,
Bearing in her mysterious bosom
Dark Yesterday rises to view against her silent sky
Confronting the fantastic dream
Of an impossible Tomorrow. And that frail bridge,
Which rises higher than the moon,
More everlasting than the fading sky,
Joining What-was-not with What-might-have-been,
That bridge were named "Today"
If I had loved you, Také San,
If you had loved me.