KKS II: 133

On a day at the end of the Third Month when it was raining, he plucked a spray of wisteria blossom and sent it to someone.


nuretutu zo
siFite worituru
tosi no uti ni
Faru Fa ikukamo
arazi to omoFeba
Soaked through, and
Heedless of it, I plucked this:
For this year
Spring, is all but
Gone: or so I felt.

Ariwara no Narihira

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