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Hyakunin Isshu: poem 98 (Fujiwara no Ietaka・kaze soyogu)

When winds blow oak leaves in the twilight, the only sign of summer is the ritual purification in the waters.

Hyakunin Isshu: poem 97 (Fujiwara no Teika・konu hito wo)

As I wait for someone who will never come, my body burns like the seaweed drying on the shores of Matsuho.