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SKKS I: 74

A spring poem, from the Poetry Contest in 1500 Rounds.

しら雲のたえまになびく青柳のかづらき山に春風ぞふく

shirakumo no
taema ni nabiku
aoyagi no
kazurakiyama ni
harukaze zo fuku
The clouds, so white,
Have rents, where trail
Green willows
‘pon the head of Kazuraki Mountain
Where gusts the breeze of spring!

Fujiwara no Masatsune

Eien narabō uta’awase 01

Topics

CherryCuckoosMoonSnowFelicitations

Poets

LeftRight
Lord Dainagon [Kōkaku]Lord Chūnagon [Kyōen]
Lord SaburōUshigimi
Retired from the world on Mount Uji [Eien]Senior Assistant Minister Past Lecturer [Kakuyo]
Cell of the Fragrant Elephant [Shin’ei]Cell of the Everlasting Truth [Tanshū]
Controller’s Graduate [Shinkei]Kerin’in Graduate [Yūzen]
Cell of Fragrant Cloud [Shōchō]Cell of Compassionate Light [Sōen]
Lady KazusaLady Shikibu

Judge

Mototoshi

Former Director of the Bureau of Carpentry, Toshiyori[i]

Cherry

Round One

Left

みやまにはしひがかざをれはやけれどふもとのはなはことしさくめり

miyama ni wa
shii ga kaza’ore
hayakeredo
fumoto no hana wa
kotoshi sakumeri
Deep within the mountains,
Brushwood is broken by the wind
So swiftly, yet
In the foothills the blossom
Will bloom this year, it seems.[ii]

Lord Dainagon
1

Right

ちるはなをさそふとみつるはる風のうはのそらにもすててけるかな

chiru hana o
sasou to mitsuru
harukaze no
uwa no sora ni mo
sutetekeru kana
The scattered blossoms
Look to be beckoned by
The spring breezes,
Even high up in the skies
To be abandoned!

Lord Chūnagon
2

I would say there’s no reason to say that the poem of the Left is superb, yet it does have a little bit of interest. The poem of the Right’s ‘Even high up in the skies /To be abandoned!’ completely fails to exceed vulgar diction. Thus, I make the Left the winner.

The poem of the Left’s ‘Brushwood is broken by the wind’ and so forth cannot be called ordinary and is an extremely charming use of diction. However, if the branches are broken and lost, then it would appear difficult for them to bloom, yet the addition of ‘yet’ to ‘swiftly’ gives the impression that there are branches remaining, thus following this with ‘Will bloom this year, it seems’ appears clumsy.

The poem of the Right has nothing remarkable about it, and no particular errors. Even so, because except in exceptional circumstances, the Left must win the first round, I make the Left the winner.


[i] This match was initially judged by Fujiwara no Mototoshi, but at some point after this, one of the participants, Sōen, submitted an ‘Appeal’ (chinjō) claiming these were unfair, and Toshiyori was asked to re-judge the match. The result is that there are two manuscript traditions for this event, one with Mototoshi’s judgements and one with Toshiyori’s. I am including both sets of judgements here.

[ii] The end of winter-beginning of the Twelfth Month. みやまにははやまのあらしあらげなりしひのかざをれいくそかかれり miyama ni wa / hayama no arashi / aragenari / shii no kaza’ore / ikuso kakareri ‘Deep within the mountains / Across the timber slopes the storm wind / Rages; / Brushwood is broken by the wind / O’er countless tens of trees.’ Sone no Yoshitada (Yoshitada-shū 342)

Entō ōn’uta’awase 14

Round Fourteen

Left (Win)

ちりちらず花より外の色ぞなきかさなる山の嶺の春風

chiri chirazu
hana yori hoka no
iro zo naki
kasanaru yama no
mine no harukaze
Scattered, or not,
Other than the blossoms’
Hues are there none
Layered upon the mountain
Peaks by the breeze in springtime.[1]

Shō
27

Right

かづらきやたかまの山はうづもれて空に棚引く春のしら雲

kazuragi ya
takama no yama wa
uzumorete
sora ni tanabiku
haru no shirakumo
In Kazuragi
Takama Mountain
Is buried by
Trailing across the skies
Clouds of white in springtime.

Nagatsuna
28

The Left’s poem appears fine. The Right’s poem, having ‘Takama Mountain is buried’ is both pretentious and does not link to anything. The Left must win.


[1] An allusive variation on: On a folding screen for the Kamo Virgin, for the place showing people going along a mountain path. ちりちらずきかまほしきをふるさとの花見て帰る人もあはなん chiri chirazu / kikamahoshiki o / furusato no / hana mitekaeru / hito mo awanan ‘Are they scattered, or not, is / What I would ask, but / The ancient estate’s / Blossom having seen and returned— / Those folk I would have you meet.’ Ise (SIS I: 49)

Entō ōn’uta’awase 11

Round Eleven

Left

しら雲の朝たつ山のからにしき枝に一むら春風ぞ吹く

shirakumo no
asa tatsu yama no
karanishiki
eda ni hito mura
harukaze zo fuku
Clouds of white
Arising with the morning on the mountain:
Cathay brocade
In a single bunch upon the branch
Blown by the breeze of spring! [1]

Supernumerary Major Counsellor Moto’ie
21

Right (Win)

かづらきや嶺の桜のさきしより心の空にかかるしら雲

kazuragi ya
mine no sakura no
sakishi yori
kokoro no sora ni
kakaru shirakumo
Upon Kazuragi
Peak, the cherries
Have bloomed and ever since
The heavens of my heart are
Draped with clouds of white.

Lord Nobunari
22

The Left’s poem has ‘Arising with the morning on the mountain: Cathay brocade in a single bunch upon the branch’ and, while it mentions spring breezes in its final section and does not fail to reflect the surface appearance of its source poem, conveys a feeling of scarlet leaves without mentioning blossom or cherry, which I have to say is something of a fault. The Right’s poem does not seem poor and lacks any faults worth mentioning, so it should win.


[1] An allusive variation on SIS IV: 220.

Entō ōn’uta’awase 10

Round Ten

Left (Win)

数ならぬ深山がくれを尋ねてぞ心の末の花も見るべき

kazu naranu
miyamagakure o
tazunete zo
kokoro no sue no
hana mo mirubeki
Not for many, but
Hidden deep within the mountains,
I go seeking for
My heart’s final desire:
Catching sight of a blossom.

The Former Minister of the Centre
19

Right

まがひこし雲をばよそに吹きなして峰の桜ににほふ春風

magaikoshi
kumo o ba yoso ni
fukinashite
mine no sakura ni
niou harukaze
I had mistaken
The clouds far away
A’blowing, for
Cherries on the peaks
Scenting the breeze of spring.

Kozaishō
20

Both Left and Right sound elegant, yet still the hue of ‘my heart’s final desire: blossom’ is something I can visualise—thus, it wins.

Teiji-in uta’awase 06

Left (Win)

はるかぜのふかぬよにだにあらませばこころのどかにはなはみてまし

harukaze no
fukanu yo ni dani
aramaseba
kokoro nodoka ni
hana wa mitemashi
The spring breezes
Not blowing of an evening—if only
That were so, then
With peace in my heart
I would view the blossom

His Majesty

11

Right

ちりぬともありとたのまむさくらばなはるはすぎぬとわれにきかすな

chirinu tomo
ari to tanomamu
sakurabana
haru wa suginu to
ware ni kikasu na
You have fallen, yet
That you are here, I will believe,
O, cherry blossom!
That spring is past—
Don’t tell me that!

12

‘The Left’s poem is my own—it really should lose, shouldn’t it?’