Hyakunin Isshu: poem 9 (Ono no Komachi・hana no iro wa) So the flower has wilted during the long spring rains, just as my beauty has faded during my forlorn years in this world. Read more
Hyakunin Isshu: poem 22 (Fun'ya no Yasuhide・fuku karani) Gust of wind carries leaves from the trees, giving the name of storm to the mountain wind. Read more
Hyakunin Isshu: poem 8 (Priest Kisen・wa ga io wa) My own home is a retreat laying southeast of the capital , where I can hide from the troubles of this world. Read more
Hyakunin Isshu: poem 17 (Ariwara no Narihira・chihayaburu) Impassionate gods have never seen crimson that lies in the Tatsuta River. Read more