Classic Poem

I've brewed myself a whole bunch of trouble,
and all because of feelings of love!
The spring dream in this house of passion
never really formed:
I wasted days and evenings
of “rain-and-cloud.”

The swallow—what does he know
of my feelings?
It's the oriole who seems to call her name!
To get rid of this passion
I can talk about the Void—
or turn within to look at my own heart.