み吉野の大川辺の古柳
影こそ見えね春めきにけり
影こそ見えね春めきにけり
- Roma-ji
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Miyoshino no ōkawabe no furuyanagi kage koso miene harumekinikeri
- English Translation
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By the great river
of Yoshino, the old grove
of willows: no shade
can be seen there yet, and still
it has begun to feel spring
- Meaning
- The old willows by the great river of Yoshino cast no shadow yet, and even so, everything has begun to feel like spring.
- Commentary
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Book One Spring Poems I 70
Headnote: as in the preceding poem, topic unknown.
The second poem in the run on willow. The previous poem gave a road where the willow's shadow fell; this one gives old willows not yet in enough leaf to cast one. The original gives no fresh headnote.
Prince Sukehito (1073-1119) was the third son of Emperor Go-Sanjo. He never came to the throne.
The time is early spring; the place is the bank of the great river at Yoshino in Yamato Province.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first two lines set the poem at Yoshino, the ground of the anthology's opening poem; the great river is the Yoshino.
The third line names willows grown old, the counterpart of the young green willows above, so that the run moves from new trees to old.
In the fourth line an emphatic particle takes a negative in the concessive form. The construction closes and then runs on, giving a concessive sense; it is the same form as Kunaikyo's fourth poem about tracks that cannot be seen, and the two answer each other.
The verb at the close means to take on the look of spring. Nothing is in leaf and nothing casts a shadow, and the season is nonetheless recognised where no visible sign exists.
This is the structure of the fourth poem, which found spring in footprints erased by snow: the device of marking a season by what cannot be seen returns in the book's later half.
- Author
- Prince Sukehito
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Since the rain of spring first began to fall on it the green willow's threads have deepened, and their colour has grown richer than before
- It trails on the wind and so the spring has come now for on the roadway where the willow's shadow falls the people are lingering
- The storm wind is up and the willows at the bank lie like woven mats and I watch them, left to be spread out flat by the waves there
- Poled by shallow boats the still reach of Mutsuda and the willow fields their green is deep, and deeply the spring lies hazed upon them