iamagoatgirl: (near far)
For my own reference.


Is it forever
that he hopes our love will last?

He did not answer
And now my daylight thoughts
are as black and tangled as my hair.

by Lady Horikawa (early 13th century)


So many secrets in this rain;
If folk should ask
what has wet my sleeves
what should I say?

by Lady Izumi Shikibu (978~unknown),
written for a man who came to visit her on a rainy night and had to return home because of the weather


In this world
love has no color,
yet how deeply my body
is stained by yours.

by Lady Izumi Shikibu (978~unknown)


Silver dewdrops,
Dreams, this fleeting world
And even illusions:
Were I to compare them to our love
They would seem eternal.

by Lady Izumi Shikibu (978~unknown)
sent to a man who had caused her nothing but grief


As I dig for wild orchids
in the autumn fields,
it is the deeply-bedded root that I desire,
not the flower.

by Lady Izumi Shikibu (978~unknown)
judging by Lady Izumi's other poetry, i rather suspect this poem has more in common with contemporary Australian slang than one would think a thousand-year-old Japanese poem might...


A world of grief and pain
flowers bloom
even then.

by Kobayashi Issa (1763~1828)
Issa had a real bummer of a life, with everyone he loved dying before him and his house burning down so he had to live in the storehouse after that (he also wrote, "Everything I touch / with tenderness, alas / pricks like a bramble," which is a bit less optimistic.)  This poem was written after the death of one of his children.


Though I have no reason for regret,
upon hearing that you are headed to Shikasuga
I am not completely indifferent.

by Lady Akazome Emon
written on the occasion of the departure of someone she had no hope of ever seeing again


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