故郷の花の盛りは過ぎぬれど
面影去らぬ春の空かな
面影去らぬ春の空かな
- Roma-ji
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Furusato no hana no sakari wa suginuredo omokage saranu haru no sora kana
- English Translation
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In the old village
the height of the flowers is past
and yet their image
has not left, and it lingers
across the sky of the spring
- Meaning
- The flowers of the old village are past their height, and still their image has not left the spring sky.
- Commentary
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Book Two Spring Poems II 148
Headnote: topic unknown.
Like the previous poem, this one takes an old village the flowers have left; but here what remains is an image that cannot be seen. The headnote gives no topic and nothing is known of the circumstances.
The poet, given by his court title, is Minamoto no Tsunenobu, who rose to Major Counsellor and was accomplished in Chinese verse and music as well as poetry. This is his second appearance in this book, after the hundred and twenty-second poem.
The time is after the cherries have fallen; the place is an old village.
The occasion of composition is not recorded.
The first line stands where the previous poem's old home of the flowers stood, so that the two share a word.
The second line names what has been lost.
The concessive particle in the third line means: though it is past.
The word in the fourth line means a shape that rises in the mind, something felt as visible though it is not. The flowers are gone and the look of them remains in the sky.
The poem closes on a noun with an exclamatory particle. Where the previous poem gave a visible absence in the shape of empty branches, this one gives an invisible presence, so that the two make a pair in their handling of loss. Nagaie's hundred and third poem had the sky glowing with the flowers' colour; here the same sky appears after they have gone.
- Author
- Minamoto no Tsunenobu
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Grieve as I may, still they have fallen, every one the cherry flowers and all that is left me now is to gaze at the branches
- On Yoshino's slopes the old home of the blossom where no track is left through the emptiness of boughs the wind of the spring blows on
- The flowers have gone and gazing at no colour in particular through an emptiness of sky the rain of the spring comes down
- In whose valley, then will any be left by dawn you mountain cherries spill down and glow while you can as a keepsake of today