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on May 21, 2005
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Tath
Tatheer
From the page:
His heart, grown cold,
has become my body's autumn.
Many sorrowful words
may yet fall
like the rustling leaves.
Posted on Oct 6, 2009
megakc
megakc
From the page:
"Did he appear,
because I fell asleep
thinking of him?
If only I'd known I was dreaming
I'd never have wakened."
Posted on Aug 22, 2009
Abashag
Lily
So beautiful.... I love the one that ChrystalStars quoted.
Posted on Aug 18, 2009
sher1lock
sher1lock
Poetry. Beauty. Mystery.
Posted on Oct 25, 2008
bonbonnie
Bonnie
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Ono no Komachi's Poetry
Very little is known about this Japanese poetess, and most of it is legendary. She lived around 850 C.E. (b. 834?) during
the Heian period. The story about her is that she was a woman of unparallelled beauty in her youth and enjoyed the
attention of many suitors. She was, however, haughty and cruel, breaking many hearts. She was punished by living to
an old age and dying as a destitute and ugly hag in loneliness. The legend is almost certainly false, but the passionate
nature of her loves survives (minus the didactic ending) to this day. In fact, the town of Ogachi in Akita prefecture
celebrates an annual Komachi Festival on the second Sunday of June (legend has it that she was born in the village of
Ono in Ogachi). There is a shrine dedicated to her.
Yielding to a love
That knows no limit,
I shall go to him by night --
For the world does not yet censure
Those who tread the paths of dreams.
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
The autumn night
is long only in name --
We've done no more
than gaze at each other
and it's already dawn.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratani)
This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots...
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I'd go, I think.
(Tr. Hirshfield & Aratami)
.
Posted on Oct 7, 2008
Mahwish
Mahvash
Since this body was forgotten
by the one who promised to come,
my only thought is wondering
whether it even exists...
Posted on Aug 6, 2008
Limbricus
Limbricus
On such a night as this
When no moon lights your way to me,I wake, my passion blazing,
My breast a fire raging, exploding flame
While within me my heart chars.
~Ono no Komachi~
A thing which fades
With no outward sign
Is the flower
Of the heart of man In this world!
~Ono no Komachi~
Posted on Jun 19, 2008
trei
Trei
I thought to pick the flower of forgetting for myself,
but I found it already growing in his heart.
This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots...
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I'd go, I think.
Since this body was forgotten
by the one who promised to come,
my only thought is wondering
whether it even exists.
Yielding to a love
That knows no limit,
I shall go to him by night --
For the world does not yet censure
Those who tread the paths of dreams.
~Ono no Komachi~
Posted on Jun 19, 2008
dobedobedo
Faiena
Ono no Komachi's Poetry
Very little is known about this Japanese poetess, and most of it is legendary.
She lived around 850 C.E. (b. 834?) during the Heian period.
The story about her is that she was a woman of unparallelled beauty in her youth and enjoyed the attention of many suitors. She was, however, haughty and cruel,
breaking many hearts. She was punished by living to an old age and
dying as a destitute and ugly hag in loneliness.
The legend is almost certainly false, but the passionate nature of her loves survives (minus the didactic ending) to this day.
In fact, the town of Ogachi in Akita prefecture celebrates an annual Komachi Festival on the second Sunday of June (legend has it that she was born in the village of Ono in Ogachi). There is a shrine dedicated to her.
On such a night as this
When no moon lights your way to me,
I wake, my passion blazing,
My breast a fire raging, exploding flame
While within me my heart chars.
(Tr. Earl Miner)
(Spring)
The flowers withered
Their color faded away
While meaninglessly
I spent my days in the world
And the long rains were falling.
(Tr. Donald Keene)
(Love)
A thing which fades
With no outward sign
Is the flower
Of the heart of man
In this world!
(Tr. Arthur Waley)
(Love)
Though I visit him
Ceaselessly
In my dreams,
The sum of all those meetings
Is less than a single waking glimpse.
(Tr. Helen Craig McCullough)
Posted on Feb 12, 2008
JohnMalkovich
JohnMalkovich
The autumn night
is long only in name --
We've done no more
than gaze at each other
and it's already dawn.
-
This body
grown fragile, floating,
a reed cut from its roots...
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I'd go, I think.
Posted on May 28, 2007
ynnodad
ynnodad
.link found in beaman80's reviews
If, in an autumn field,
a hundred flowers
can untie their streamers,
may I not also openly frolic,
as fearless of blame?
.
by ono-no-komachi
zu ming ho . . . .freedom to fly
.
Posted on Mar 1, 2007
phabius
Fabius
I love this kind of poetry. Shorts sentences with powerful impact.