It's Valentine's Day, and I have not one but two poems, each containing one of the kanji in 塊魂 (Katamari Damacy), the game that stole so many hearts in the year leading up to today.

First, an anonymous poem from the Kokinwakashuu (古今和歌集), which contains damashii*:

恋しきにわびて魂まどひなばむなしき骸の名にやのこらん
If my soul, so sick with love, left me and lost its way,
would they linger yet as empty words, my sad remains?

And next, a much more recent poem from YOSANO Akiko (與謝野晶子, or 与謝野晶子 in modern characters) that contains katamari:

三十女
三十女の心は
陰影も、煙も、
音も無い火の塊、
夕焼の空に
一輪真赤な太陽、
唯だじつと徹して燃えてゐる。

Thirty-year-old woman
A thirty-year-old woman's heart
is a lightless, smokeless
soundless ball of fire,
a deep red disc of sun
in an evening sky,
still and intent and burning.

Aww, yeah.

* Actually, damashihi. But no-one cares.