The Woman, the Crow

After Crow on a Branch, by Maruyama Ōkyo

The night wears on and on again.
A crow on a branch shifts its pose
As mists press lightly upon the fen --
The night wears on and on again.
I’ve come to love a tragedienne,
But she is late and so it goes.
The night wears on and on again.
A crow on a branch shifts its pose.