#Japanese Poetry

[feral-ballad]

Yosano Akiko, tr. by Sam Hamill & Keiko Matsui Gibson, from River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko

[Text ID: “Picking wild roses, / some to weave into my hair / and some for the hand, / I then waited for hours, / I waited for you all day.”]

[ariadnethedragon]

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu

[contremineur]

When I look at her asleep in the dawn, the body of my lover shines like the lilies in the fields of May.

anonymous Japanese poet

transcribed (and possibly adapted) from a book of early Japanese poetry in the shadowy stacks of Cambridge University Library thirty years ago – any thoughts on a more detailed source would be much appreciated

[fairydrowning]

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Japanese novelist "Natsume Soseki" wrote this phrase "the moon is beautiful" to express the love and that's equivalent to "I Love You" in Japanese.

[tsumakoushika]

強さで繋がっているより

弱さで繋がっていたい

長く細く脆く

一見、すぐに切れてしまいそうな

色のついた糸で

[nemfrog]

Ogura hyakunin isshu (One hundred poets, one hundred poems). 1680.

"This illustrated book of Ogura hyakunin isshu (One hundred poets, one hundred poems) is a collection of one hundred 31-syllable classical Japanese poems (waka), each by a different poet. The collection is organized chronologically from Emperor Tenji (626-671) to Emperor Juntoku (1197-1242). Each of the poets is depicted by a woodblock print created by Hishikawa Moronobu (1618-circa 1694). Morobonu is often considered the first Ukiyo-e artist." Library of Congress

LOC

[noosphe-re]

Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the flood of its sweet scent.

Matsuo Bashō

[anza-langblr]

冬は海辺で色とりどりの貝殻を拾い、夏は静かに舞い落ちる雪を眺めたいものだ。 In winter, I want to gather colorful seashells on the beach, and in summer, I want to gaze at snow falling softly down to the ground.

[lionofchaeronea]

This thing called universal gravitation / Is the power of loneliness pulling together. --Shuntarō Tanikawa (b. 1931)

[haikuandmore]

The distant village  lost in evening mist  when I make my way  home to my lodge  where cedars stand  Ngôi làng ở nơi xa sương chiều hôm khuất mất khi tôi trở về nhà nơi có những cây tuyết tùng - Ryōkan Taigu

English Translation: Burton Watson Dịch Việt: Bạt Xứ Art: Yokoyama Taikan

[cntarella]

Death is closer than you think. Trace my throat with your fingertip. I am not faking a fever. Sweat collects between my clavicles. I cannot fathom dying before your embrace. So, please—.

09/09 : Nine Japanese Female Poets / Nine Heian Waka by Naoko Fujimoto

[feral-ballad]

Yosano Akiko, tr. by Sam Hamill & Keiko Matsui Gibson, from River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko

[Text ID: “I want, suddenly, to suck / your feverish lips with mine.”]

[ariadnethedragon]

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu

[the-cricket-chirps]

Ogata Korin

36 poets

Edo period

[raiko-huyiro]

“Japanese Poetry”, from the series The Six Arts in Fashionable Guise de  

Chōbunsai Eishi 鳥文斎栄之  

1756 - 1829

aussi connu sous le nom de  Hosoda Eishi.

[tsumakoushika]

美しい夕暮れに妻と散歩した。茜に染まる西の空、月、白粉花の香り、風、水の流れ、鳥たちの囀り、全てが調和して、遥かなる影を大地に刻み、輝いていた。妻の話を聴きながら、歩みに合わせる。恋う気持ちが愛になり、祈りになり、空へ届き、光になる。宙の底でぼんやり光り、やがていつか消える時が来ても、想いは繋がり、何処かで誰かの足元を照らす灯りになる。