Anne Gorrick 154. One Day the Sky, Which Until Then Had Been Quite Clear Strings congeal under            his            matter I observed pleasure enter the barrier and it provided a letter tied to a pure white sheet of a book I could see that the jointed ink was cold and the dark lines became weaker The columns of writing, seeing it smile became more curious It was a bound character He was a character sewn to the page of a book The ink was extremely dark The stations of Job Light and the columns of writing He passed by the fence Conveyed the letter that I saw as joy simultaneously written in pure white paper and tied As for me, the line, the quality outside has frozen dark Become faint depending upon the edge As she opened I snapped observe the fact that the nick is sensitive The ink was dark, very from a certain place, namely All the more I thought curiosity could be a form of doubt Especially, if it was written in the dark I observed pleasure enter a barrier I eat the joy simultaneously The letter where one is written “1” was pure and writes from the inside out White paper which is moored The peeling bay of medicine string his thing Ink in that morals are a dark place The dark place omits its edge Inside, the normality depended on possibility of seeing what writing must do to me Because he opens one’s writing Notch division and observe the fact which is... He seized ink which was outside the color of flame writes on both sides of the paper quite early in the dark in one decisive place The toy inside doubt More strongly than a field It goes out and it is presumed “Oh” The majority which is special wrote inside the dark ink Strings congeal under his matter This poem is a rethinking, a modernization of a section from The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon, written in the 10th century by a courtesan in Japan.