If only I could show them to someone who knows, this moon, these flowers, this night that should not be wasted. – Minamoto Nobuakira, Gosenshu (trans. by Edward G. Seidensticker in The Tale of Genji)

What happens when you throw a stone off the [mouth] of a [cliff]? I don't think that cliffs have mouths. Rivers do, but I don't know about cliffs. Why does that matter? Just answer the question.

夏の夜はまだ宵ながら明けぬるを雲のいづこに月宿るらむ—清原深養父

just as he thinks / she has chosen not to write / she sends / a lovely poem / and surprises him again