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. Read more
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. Read more