Tenchi Tennou
Aki no ta no
Kariho no io no
Toma o arami
Waga koromode wa
Tsuyu ni nure tsutsu
Emperor Tenchi
Coarse the rush-mat roof
Sheltering the harvest-hut
Of the autumn rice-field;
And my sleeves are growing wet
With the moisture dripping through.
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Sympathy to the farmer's hardship is expressed in the poem.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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I love reading these all....even in Japanese, they have such an ethereal quality of sound, touch my heart..
I like these spoken of sleeves, I remember one such poem by Hitomaro, where he speaks of tears soaking his heavy sleeves. I will see if I can find it, perhaps you know the one. It might be By the Sea of Iwami. Some of these poems take my breathe.
I am so glad I found you to share this with!
THank you for placing my blog as your favorite, so nice, feeling is mutual.
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