Last night I dreamt of ice
I tossed and turned in my sleep
Wrapped in images of crystalline chill
Of cold bitter and deep
I walked upon fields of ice
I trembled in an icy sleep
I ran across glittering fields
I drank the cold and the deep
Last night I dreamt of ice
"…Living only for the moment, turning our full attention to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms and the maple leaves; singing songs, drinking wine, diverting ourselves just floating, floating….refusing to be disheartened, like a gourd floating along with the river current; this is what we call the floating world…” Asai Ryoi, in Ukiyo Monogatari (Tales of the Floating World, 1661)
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