Melon Collie

I’ve been rereading the classics. As ever, I’m fond of poems from the Heian period (8th-12th century Japan). They’re delicate, yet straightforward and true. Here’s one I noticed this time round, and have been stuck on for the past few days (Bear with my translation):

are the heavens
some kind of memento of the one I love?
what else
would make me look up at the sky
whenever I think of her?

–Sakai no Hitozane