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November 17 , 2004
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Senryu (Edo-period satirical verse)
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Posted at 05:30 EST
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The Object of Love,
The Object of Hatred. |
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Ko-uta (geisha song)
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Posted at 05:30 EST
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Waiting anxiously for you,
Unable to sleep, but falling
into a doze-
Are those words of love
Floating to my pillow,
Or is this too a dream....
My eyes open and here is my
tear-drenched sleeve.
Perhaps it was a sudden rain. |
November 13 , 2004
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Lady Horikawa (12 century)
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Posted at 06:30 EST
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How long will it last?
I do not know his heart.
This morning my thoughts are as tangled with anxiety as my black hair. |
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Ko-uta (Geisha Song)
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Posted at 03:30 EST
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The Geisha of Tatsumi goes walking, bare white feet in black lacquered clogs. In her Haori jacket, she's the pride of Great Edo. Ah, the Hachiman bell is ringing. |
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Senryu (satirical poem)
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Posted at 03:30 EST
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At the bill, He looked as if knocked out. |
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Ono no Komachi (9th Century)
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Posted at 03:30 EST
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Is this love reality or dream?
I cannot know, when both reality and dreams exist without truly existing.
No way to see him
on this moonless night-
I lie awake longing, burning,
breasts racing fire
heart in flames. |
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Ko-uta (Geisha Song)
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Posted at 02:00 EST
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In the right of now,
Such things you say!
Two butterflies tied
by impossible dreams.
Yet we flutter along to
the end of the end. |
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Baba Akiko (1928-)
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Posted at 01:45 EST
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Punished in the moment
of love
I looked back
and saw the jealousy of
the gods
overflow the Milky Way. |
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Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)
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Posted at 01:45 EST
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I REMEMBER THE DAYS
WHEN THE LILY
BRILLIANT WHITE
WAS QUEEN OF THE SUMMER FIELDS. |
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