ōkata no aki mo sabishiki ko no ma yori tsuki moru matsu o kaze harauran
In general Autumn is also lonely when From between the trunks Moonlight pours as the pines Seem swept by the breeze.[i]
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[i] See. Topic unknown. このまよりもりくる月の影見れば心づくしの秋はきにけり ko no ma yori/ morikuru tsuki no / kage mireba / kokorozukushi no . aki wa kinikeri ‘Between the trees / Drips moon / Light, seeing it I know / Heart draining / Autumn, has come at last.’ Anonymous (Kokinshū IV: 184)
nio no umi haru wa kasumi no shiga no nami hana ni fukinasu hira no yamakaze
At the Sea of Grebes In spring the haze Upon Shiga’s waves is Blossom blown by The breeze from Hira mountain. [i]
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[i] See: Composed as a poem on blossom. さくらさくひらの山かぜ吹くままに花になりゆくしがのうら浪 sakura saku / hira no yamakaze / fuku mama ni / hana ni nariyuku / shiga no uranami ‘Cherries flower on / Hira Mountain while / Breezes blow / All turned to blossom are / The waves on Shiga’s shore.’Yoshitsune, Middle Captain of the Inner Palace Guards, Left Division (Senzaishū II: 89)
oshinabete kaze koso kaore haru no yama saku sakura areba sakanu kozue mo
Each and every Breeze is truly scented! The mountains in spring Have blossoming cherries, but Bloomless treetops, too…[i]
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[i] See: Spring いづくより花のにほひをさそひきてさかぬ梢も風かをるらむ izuku yori / hana no nioi o / sasoikite / sakanu kozue mo / kaze kaoruramu ‘From somewhere / The scent of blossom / Invites; / The bloomless treetops, too, / Have a fragrant breeze.’ The Third Prince [Imperial Prince Kore’akira 惟明親王] (Shōji shodo hyakushu 113)
On spring, from among the hundred poem sequence for the Poetry Contest in 1500 Rounds.
明けやらぬ谷の戸過ぐる春風にまづさそはるるうぐひすの声
akeyaranu tani no to suguru harukaze ni mazu sasowaruru uguisu no koe
No bright opening for The valley’s door, though the passing Breeze of spring First invites The warbler’s song…[i]
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[i] See: Sent on the 1st day of the Fourth Month, when Kintō, Captain of the Outer Palace Guards, Right Division had been in seclusion for a while. 谷の戸をとぢやはてつる鶯のまつにおとせではるもすぎぬる tani no to o / toji ya wa hatetsuru / uguisu no / matsu ni otosede / haru mo suginuru ‘Is the valley’s door / Firmly shut, for / The warbler, / Awaited, makes no sound as / Spring wears on?’ The Minister of the Left (Shūishū XVI: 1064)
oshimu tote orishi bakari o mume no hana sode ni nioi no taezumaru kana
How dear to me, I think, are, Just plucked, These plum blossoms, for Their scent upon my sleeves Will ever cling!
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[i] This poem is included in Shoku kokinshū (I: 66), attributed to Kanemori, with the headnote ‘A poem from the Poetry Match held by the Reikeiden Junior Consort’.
