秋されば置く白露に我が宿の
浅茅が上葉色づきにけり
浅茅が上葉色づきにけり
- Roma-ji
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Aki sareba oku shiratsuyu ni waga yado no asaji ga uwaba irozukinikeri
- English Translation
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When autumn arrives,
with the white dew settling there
by my house, the tops
of the blades of sparse sedge grass
have taken on autumn hues
- Meaning
- When autumn comes, the upper blades of sedge grass by my house have taken on color from the settling white dew.
- Commentary
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Book Five Autumn Poems II 464
Headnote continued from the preceding poem: "Topic unknown."
This is the fourth poem of the dew sequence. The white dew that settles in autumn has tinted the upper blades of the sedge grass by the speaker's house. The headnote, continued from the preceding poem, gives no topic, and the circumstances of composition are not recorded.
The author was a poet who served at the courts of Empress Jitō and Emperor Monmu in the Asuka period.
The scene is autumn, in the garden of the speaker's house where sedge grass grows.
The direct occasion is not recorded.
The first line, "aki sareba," means "when autumn comes," the same opening as 458.
In the second line, "ni" marks the cause: "by the white dew that settles."
The third line means "in my own garden," the same phrase as the first line of 462, so dew on the grasses of one's own garden is sung twice in succession.
In the fourth line, "uwaba" are the upper blades of the grass. Taking up "the plain of sparse sedge grass" in 463, the poem again sets dew upon sedge grass.
In the last line, "ni" is the continuative of the perfective "nu" and "keri" is exclamatory, expressing the realization that the grass has taken on color. The notion that dew dyes the grass casts dew as the bearer of autumn's colors. Whereas the dew of 461 through 463 was likened to jewels, tears, or a pledge, this poem turns to the dew's power to color the grass.
- Author
- Kakinomoto no Hitomaro
- Source
- Shin Kokin Wakashu
- Other
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- Since the day white dew first settled upon the tips of the pampas grass by my house, it is from then that the autumn wind blows too
- Now that autumn's come, is it as if by a pledge that they form and bind— on the plain of sparse sedge grass, the white dewdrops of this dawn?
- What a mystery! on the fields and mountains too the white dew settles— what can it be that it leaves behind, lingering in thought?
- With the dew so thick I push through the meadow grass— my fine robe soaks through; drenched I make my way back home in the drip of the flowers