吉野山花や盛りに匂ふらん
故郷冴えぬ峰の白雪
故郷冴えぬ峰の白雪
- Roma-ji
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Yoshinoyama hana ya sakari ni niouramu furusato saenu mine no shirayuki
- English Translation
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On Yoshino's slopes
are the flowers at their height
glowing even now
while here the old home has chilled
under white snow on the peak
- Meaning
- Are the flowers at their height on Yoshino now? Here the old village has turned cold under the white snow on the ridge.
- Commentary
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Book One Spring Poems I 92
Headnote: topic unknown.
The fourteenth poem in the run on cherry blossom. Where the previous poem inferred distant blossom from white cloud, this one sets white snow before the eye and thinks of blossom far off: the same colour read in opposite directions. The headnote gives no topic and nothing is known of the circumstances.
Fujiwara no Iehira was a poet of the late Heian period.
The time is spring; the place is an old village where snow still lies, while the thought goes to Yoshino.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
An interrogative particle in the second line governs the auxiliary in the attributive form at the end of the third.
That auxiliary expresses present conjecture: they must be in flower by now. The upper lines reason about a spring far away.
The verb in the fourth line means to be cold and clear, with a perfect auxiliary: the old village has grown cold, and stays so.
The poem closes on a noun, putting the cause of that cold at the end.
Distant blossom stands in the upper lines and snow close at hand in the lower, so that within one spring a place in flower and a place still frozen are set together. The ninety-first poem used whiteness as evidence for blossom; here whiteness works against it, and the colour is turned the other way.
- Author
- Fujiwara no Iehira
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Where the white clouds hang on Tatsuta's mountainside the eightfold cherry and which of them did you take for the flower, and break it off
- The white clouds of spring lie doubled over the hills of Tatsuta, and on the peak of Ogura the blossom must be glowing
- Treading on bare rock I have pushed through range on range and left them behind and how many folds of cloud white behind me, and of bloom
- I came seeking it and spent all day in blossom and through the branches though I was not waiting for the moon at the mountain's edge