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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Japanese Prints + +Author: John Gould Fletcher + +Illustrator: Dorothy Pulis Lathrop + +Release Date: November 8, 2008 [EBook #27199] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JAPANESE PRINTS *** + + + + +Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images +generously made available by The Internet Archive/American +Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<h1><i>Japanese Prints</i></h1> + + + +<div class='frontpage2'> +<p class='center'><i>By John Gould Fletcher</i></p> + +<p><b>Japanese Prints</b></p> +<p><b>Goblins and Pagodas</b></p> +<p><b>Irradiations: Sand and Spray</b></p> +</div> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 274px;"><a name="frontis" id="frontis"></a> +<a href="images/img004.jpg"><img src="images/img004_th.jpg" width="274" height="400" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + + +<p class='epigraph'>"Of what is she dreaming?<br /> + Of long nights lit with orange lanterns,<br /> + Of wine-cups and compliments and kisses of the two-sword men."</p> + + + + + + +<h1><i>Japanese Prints</i></h1> + +<h3><i>By</i></h3> + +<h2><i>John Gould Fletcher</i></h2> + + +<p class='frontpage'><i>With Illustrations By</i><br /> +<b><i>Dorothy Pulis Lathrop</i></b></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 82px;"> +<img src="images/img007.jpg" width="82" height="120" alt="" title="" /> + +</div> + +<p class='center'> +<i>Boston</i><br /> +<b><i>The Four Seas Company</i></b><br /> +<b><i>1918</i></b> +</p> + + +<p class='frontend'> +<i>Copyright, 1918, by<br /> +The Four Seas Company</i></p> + +<p class='frontend'> +<i>The Four Seas Press<br /> +Boston, Mass., U.S.A.</i></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><i>To My Wife</i></h3> + +<p class='epigraph'><i>Granted this dew-drop world be but a dew-drop world,<br /> +This granted, yet—</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><i>Table of Contents</i></h2> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="toc"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Preface</span></td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Part I.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Lovers Embracing</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Picnic Under the Cherry Trees</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Court Lady Standing Under Cherry Tree</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Court Lady Standing Under a Plum Tree</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Beautiful Woman</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Reading</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>An Actor as a Dancing Girl</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Josan No Miya</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>An Oiran and Her Kamuso</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Two Ways Of Love</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Kurenai-ye or "Red Picture"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Woman Standing by a Gate with an Umbrella</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Scene from a Drama</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Woman in Winter Costume</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Pedlar</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Kiyonobu and Kiyomasu Contrasted</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>An Actor</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Part II.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Memory and Forgetting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Pillar-Print, Masonobu</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Young Daimyo</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Masonubu—Early</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Beautiful Geisha</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Young Girl</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Heavenly Poetesses</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Old Love and The New</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Fugitive Thoughts</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Disappointment</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Traitor</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Fop</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Changing Love</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>In Exile</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The True Conqueror</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Spring Love</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Endless Lament</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Toyonobu. Exile's Return</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Wind and Chrysanthemum</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Endless Pilgrimage</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Part III.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Clouds</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Two Ladies Contrasted</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Night Festival</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Distant Coasts</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>On the Banks of the Sumida</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Yoshiwara Festival</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Sharaku Dreams</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Life</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Dead Thoughts</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Comparison</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Mutability</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Despair</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Lonely Grave</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Part IV.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Evening Sky</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>City Lights</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Fugitive Beauty</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Silver Jars</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Evening Rain</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Toy-Boxes</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Moods</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Grass</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Landscape</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Terror</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Mid-Summer Dusk</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Evening Bell from a Distant Temple</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>A Thought</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>The Stars</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Japan</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'>Leaves</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><i>List of Illustrations</i></h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="loi"> +<tr><td align='left'><p>"Of what is she dreaming?<br /> + Of long nights lit with orange lanterns,<br /> + Of wine-cups and compliments and kisses<br /> + of the two-sword men."</p></td><td align='right'><a href="#frontis">Frontispiece</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Headpiece—Part I</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tailpiece—Part I</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Headpiece—Part II</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><p>"Out of the rings and the bubbles,<br /> + The curls and the swirls of the water,<br /> + Out of the crystalline shower of drops shattered in play,<br /> + Her body and her thoughts arose."</p></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><p>"The cranes have come back to the temple,<br /> + The winds are flapping the flags about,<br /> + Through a flute of reeds<br /> + I will blow a song."</p></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tailpiece—Part II</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Headpiece—Part III</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><p>"Then in her heart they grew,<br /> + The snows of changeless winter,<br /> + Stirred by the bitter winds of unsatisfied desire."</p></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Tailpiece—Part III</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Headpiece—Part IV</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Headpiece—Part IV</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><p>"The green and violet peacocks<br /> + Through the golden dusk<br /> + Stately, nostalgically,<br /> + Parade."</p></td><td align='right'><a href="#endleaf">Endleaf</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Preface</i></h2> + + +<p>At the earliest period concerning which we have any accurate +information, about the sixth century A. D., Japanese poetry already +contained the germ of its later development. The poems of this early +date were composed of a first line of five syllables, followed by a +second of seven, followed by a third of five, and so on, always ending +with a line of seven syllables followed by another of equal number. Thus +the whole poem, of whatever length (a poem of as many as forty-nine +lines was scarce, even at that day) always was composed of an odd number +of lines, alternating in length of syllables from five to seven, until +the close, which was an extra seven syllable line. Other rules there +were none. Rhyme, quantity, accent, stress were disregarded. Two vowels +together must never be sounded as a diphthong, and a long vowel counts +for two syllables, likewise a final "n", and the consonant "m" in some +cases.</p> + +<p>This method of writing poetry may seem to the reader to suffer from +serious disadvantages. In reality this was not the case. Contrast it for +a moment with the undignified welter of undigested and ex parte<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +theories which academic prosodists have tried for three hundred years to +foist upon English verse, and it will be seen that the simple Japanese +rule has the merit of dignity. The only part of it that we Occidentals +could not accept perhaps, with advantage to ourselves, is the peculiarly +Oriental insistence on an odd number of syllables for every line and an +odd number of lines to every poem. To the Western mind, odd numbers +sound incomplete. But to the Chinese (and Japanese art is mainly a +highly-specialized expression of Chinese thought), the odd numbers are +masculine and hence heavenly; the even numbers feminine and hence +earthy. This idea in itself, the antiquity of which no man can tell, +deserves no less than a treatise be written on it. But the place for +that treatise is not here.</p> + +<p>To return to our earliest Japanese form. Sooner or later this +crystallized into what is called a tanka or short ode. This was always +five lines in length, constructed syllabically 5, 7, 5, 7, 7, or +thirty-one syllables in all. Innumerable numbers of these tanka were +written. Gradually, during the feudal period, improvising verses became +a pastime in court circles. Some one would utter the first three lines +of a tanka and some one else would cap the composition by adding the +last two. This division persisted. The first hemistich which was +composed of 17 syllables grew to be called the hokku, the second or +finishing hemistich <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>of 14 syllables was called ageku. Thus was born the +form which is more peculiarly Japanese than any other, and which only +they have been able to carry to perfection.</p> + +<p>Composing hokku might, however, have remained a mere game of elaborate +literary conceits and double meanings, but for the genius of one man. +This was the great Bashō (1644-1694) who may be called certainly the +greatest epigrammatist of any time. During a life of extreme and +voluntary self-denial and wandering, Bashō contrived to obtain over a +thousand disciples, and to found a school of hokku writing which has +persisted down to the present day. He reformed the hokku, by introducing +into everything he wrote a deep spiritual significance underlying the +words. He even went so far as to disregard upon occasion the syllabic +rule, and to add extraneous syllables, if thereby he might perfect his +statement. He set his face sternly against impromptus, <i>poemes +d'occasion</i>, and the like. The number of his works were not large, and +even these he perpetually sharpened and polished. His influence +persisted for long after his death. A disciple and priest of Zen +Buddhism himself, his work is permeated with the feeling of that +doctrine.</p> + +<p>Zen Buddhism, as Bashō practised it, may be called religion under the +forms of nature. Everything on earth, from the clouds in the sky to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +pebble by the roadside, has some spiritual or ethical significance for +us. Blake's words describe the aim of the Zen Buddhist as well as any +one's:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To see a World in a grain of sand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a Heaven in a wild flower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Eternity in an hour."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Bashō would have subscribed to this as the sole rule of poetry and +imagination. The only difference between the Western and the Eastern +mystic is that where one sees the world in the grain of sand and tells +you all about it, the other sees and lets his silence imply that he +knows its meaning. Or to quote Lao-tzu: "Those who speak do not know, +those who know do not speak." It must always be understood that there is +an implied continuation to every Japanese hokku. The concluding +hemistich, whereby the hokku becomes the tanka, is existent in the +writer's mind, but never uttered.</p> + +<p>Let us take an example. The most famous hokku that Bashō wrote, might +be literally translated thus:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"An old pond<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sound of a frog leaping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the water."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>This means nothing to the Western mind. But to the Japanese it means all +the beauty of such a life of retirement and contemplation as Bashō +practised. If we permit our minds to supply the detail Bashō +deliberately <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>omitted, we see the mouldering temple enclosure, the sage +himself in meditation, the ancient piece of water, and the sound of a +frog's leap—passing vanity—slipping into the silence of eternity. The +poem has three meanings. First it is a statement of fact. Second, it is +an emotion deduced from that. Third, it is a sort of spiritual allegory. +And all this Bashō has given us in his seventeen syllables.</p> + +<p>All of Bashō's poems have these three meanings. Again and again we +get a sublime suggestion out of some quite commonplace natural fact. For +instance:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On the mountain-road<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no flower more beautiful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than the wild violet."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The wild violet, scentless, growing hidden and neglected among the rocks +of the mountain-road, suggested to Bashō the life of the Buddhist +hermit, and thus this poem becomes an exhortation to "shun the world, if +you would be sublime."</p> + +<p>I need not give further examples. The reader can now see for himself +what the main object of the hokku poetry is, and what it achieved. Its +object was some universalized emotion derived from a natural fact. Its +achievement was the expression of that emotion in the fewest possible +terms. It is therefore necessary, if poetry in the English tongue is +ever to attain again to the vitality and strength of its beginnings, +that we sit once more at the feet of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> Orient and learn from it how +little words can express, how sparingly they should be used, and how +much is contained in the meanest natural object. Shakespeare, who could +close a scene of brooding terror with the words: "But see, the morn in +russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill" was +nearer to the oriental spirit than we are. We have lost Shakespeare's +instinct for nature and for fresh individual vision, and we are +unwilling to acquire it through self-discipline. If we do not want art +to disappear under the froth of shallow egotism, we must learn the +lesson Bashō can teach us.</p> + +<p>That is not to say, that, by taking the letter for the spirit, we should +in any way strive to imitate the hokku form. Good hokkus cannot be +written in English. The thing we have to follow is not a form, but a +spirit. Let us universalize our emotions as much as possible, let us +become impersonal as Shakespeare or Bashō was. Let us not gush about +our fine feelings. Let us admit that the highest and noblest feelings +are things that cannot be put into words. Therefore let us conceal them +behind the words we have chosen. Our definition of poetry would then +become that of Edwin Arlington Robinson, that poetry is a language which +tells through a reaction upon our emotional natures something which +cannot be put into words. Unless we set ourselves seriously to the task +of understanding that language is only a means and never an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> end, poetic +art will be dead in fifty years, from a surfeit of superficial +cleverness and devitalized realism.</p> + +<p>In the poems that follow I have taken as my subjects certain designs of +the so-called Uki-oye (or Passing World) school. These prints, made and +produced for purely popular consumption by artists who, whatever their +genius, were despised by the literati of their time, share at least one +characteristic with Japanese poetry, which is, that they exalt the most +trivial and commonplace subjects into the universal significance of +works of art. And therefore I have chosen them to illustrate my +doctrine, which is this: that one must learn to do well small things +before doing things great; that the universe is just as much in the +shape of a hand as it is in armies, politics, astronomy, or the +exhortations of gospel-mongers; that style and technique rest on the +thing conveyed and not the means of conveyance; and that though +sentiment is a good thing, understanding is a better. As for the poems +themselves they are in some cases not Japanese at all, but all +illustrate something of the charm I have found in Japanese poetry and +art. And if they induce others to seek that charm for themselves, my +purpose will have been attained.</p> + +<p class='right'><span class="smcap">John Gould Fletcher.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img023.jpg"><img src="images/img023_th.jpg" width="350" height="137" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<h2><i>Part I</i></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Lovers Embracing</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Force and yielding meet together:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An attack is half repulsed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shafts of broken sunlight dissolving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Convolutions of torpid cloud.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Picnic Under the Cherry Trees</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The boat drifts to rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the outward spraying branches.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is faint sound of quavering strings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The reedy murmurs of a flute,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soft sigh of the wind through silken garments;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All these are mingled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the breeze that drifts away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filled with thin petals of cherry blossom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like tinkling laughter dancing away in sunlight.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Court Lady Standing Under Cherry Tree</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is an iris,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dark purple, pale rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the gnarled boughs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shatter their stars of bloom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She waves delicately<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the movement of the tree.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of what is she dreaming?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of long nights lit with orange lanterns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of wine cups and compliments and kisses of the two-sword men.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of dawn when weary sleepers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lie outstretched on the mats of the palace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And of the iris stalk that is broken in the fountain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Court Lady Standing Under a Plum Tree</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Autumn winds roll through the dry leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On her garments;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Autumn birds shiver<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart star-hung skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the blossoming plum-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She expresses the pilgrimage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of grey souls passing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart love's scarlet maples<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the ash-strewn summit of death.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Beautiful Woman</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Iris-amid-clouds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must be her name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tall and lonely as the mountain-iris,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cold and distant.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She has never known longing:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many have died for love of her.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Reading</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"And the prince came to the craggy rock<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But saw only hissing waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he rested all day amid them."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He listens idly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is content with her voice.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He dreams it is the murmur<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of distant wave-caps breaking<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the painted screen.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>An Actor as a Dancing Girl</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The peony dancer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swirls orange folds of dusty robes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the summer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They are spotted with thunder showers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falling upon the crimson petals.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Heavy blooms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breaking and spilling fiery cups<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drowsily.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Josan No Miya</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is a fierce kitten leaping in sunlight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Towards the swaying boughs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is a gust of wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bending in parallel curves the boughs of the willow-tree.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>An Oiran and her Kamuso</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gilded hummingbirds are whizzing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the palace garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deceived by the jade petals<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the Emperor's jewel-trees.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Two Ways of Love</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wind half blows her robes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That subside<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listlessly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As swaying pines.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wind tosses hers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In circles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That recoil upon themselves:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How should I love—as the swaying or tossing wind?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Kurenai-ye or "Red Picture"</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She glances expectantly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the pine avenue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the cherry-tree summit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where her lover will appear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faint rose anticipation colours her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sunset;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She is a cherry-tree that has taken long to bloom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Woman Standing by a Gate with an Umbrella</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Late summer changes to autumn:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chrysanthemums are scattered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Behind the palings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gold and vermilion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The afternoon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I wait here dreaming of vermilion sunsets:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my heart is a half fear of the chill autumn rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Scene from a Drama</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The daimyo and the courtesan<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Compliment each other.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He invites her to walk out through the maples,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She half refuses, hiding fear in her heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far in the shadow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The daimyo's attendant waits,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nervously fingering his sword.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Woman in Winter Costume</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is like the great rains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fall over the earth in winter-time.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wave on wave her heavy robes collapse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In green torrents<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lashed with slaty foam.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Downward the sun strikes amid them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And enkindles a lone flower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A violet iris standing yet in seething pools of grey.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Pedlar</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gaily he offers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Packets of merchandise.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is a harlequin of illusions,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His nimble features<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skip into smiles, like rainbows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheating the villagers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But in his heart all the while is another knowledge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sorrow of the bleakness of the long wet winter night.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Kiyonobu and Kiyomasu Contrasted</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One life is a long summer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tall hollyhocks stand proud upon its paths;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little yellow waves of sunlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bring scarlet butterflies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Another life is a brief autumn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fierce storm-rack scrawled with lightning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Passed over it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving the naked bleeding earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stabbed with the swords of the rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>An Actor</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He plots for he is angry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He sneers for he is bold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He clinches his fist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a twisted snake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coiling itself, preparing to raise its head,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the long grasses of the plain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img041.jpg"><img src="images/img041_th.jpg" width="350" height="236" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img043.jpg"><img src="images/img043_th.jpg" width="350" height="114" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<h2><i>Part II</i></h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Memory and Forgetting</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have forgotten how many times he kissed me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I cannot forget<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A swaying branch—a leaf that fell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To earth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Pillar-Print, Masonobu</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He stands irresolute<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cloaking the light of his lantern.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tonight he will either find new love or a sword-thrust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But his soul is troubled with ghosts of old regret.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like vines with crimson flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They climb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upwards<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into his heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Young Daimyo</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When he first came out to meet me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He had just been girt with the two swords;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I found he was far more interested in the glitter of their hilts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And did not even compare my kiss to a cherry-blossom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Masonubu—Early</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She was a dream of moons, of fluttering handkerchiefs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of flying leaves, of parasols,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A riddle made to break my heart;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lightest impulse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To her was more dear than the deep-toned temple bell.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She fluttered to my sword-hilt an instant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then flew away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But who will spend all day chasing a butterfly?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Beautiful Geisha</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Swift waves hissing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the moonlight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tarnished silver.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Swaying boats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the moonlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gold lacquered prows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is it a vision<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Under the moonlight?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, it is only<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A beautiful geisha swaying down the street.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Young Girl</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out of the rings and the bubbles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The curls and the swirls of the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of the crystalline shower of drops shattered in play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her body and her thoughts arose.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She dreamed of some lover<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To whom she might offer her body<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh and cool as a flower born in the rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 271px;"> +<a href="images/img046.jpg"><img src="images/img046_th.jpg" width="271" height="400" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Heavenly Poetesses</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In their bark of bamboo reeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heavenly poetesses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Float across the sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Poems are falling from them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as the wind that shakes the lance-like bamboo leaves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars close around like bubbles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirred by the silver oars of poems passing.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Old Love and the New</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beware, for the dying vine can hold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The strongest oak.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Only by cutting at the root<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can love be altered.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Late in the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A rosy glimmer yet defies the darkness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the evening is growing late,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blinds are being lowered;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She who held your heart and charmed you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is only a rosy glimmer of flame remembered.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Fugitive Thoughts</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My thoughts are sparrows passing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through one great wave that breaks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In bubbles of gold on a black motionless rock.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Disappointment</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rain rattles on the pavement,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Puddles stand in the bluish stones;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Afar in the Yoshiwara<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is she who holds my heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Alas, the torn lantern of my hope<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembles and sputters in the rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Traitor</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I saw him pass at twilight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a dark cloud travelling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over palace roofs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With one claw drooping.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In his face were written ages<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of patient treachery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the knowledge of his hour.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One dainty thrust, no more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than this, he needs.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Fop</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His heart is like a wind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torn between cloud and butterfly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether he will roll passively to one,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or chase endlessly the other.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Changing Love</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My love for her at first was like the smoke that drifts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across the marshes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From burning woods.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But, after she had gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It was like the lotus that lifts up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its heart shaped buds from the dim waters.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>In Exile</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My heart is mournful as thunder moving<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through distant hills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Late on a long still night of autumn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My heart is broken and mournful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As rain heard beating<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far off in the distance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While earth is parched more near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On my heart is the black badge of exile;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I droop over it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I accept its shame.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The True Conqueror</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He only can bow to men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lofty as a god<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To those beneath him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who has taken sins and sorrows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whose deathless spirit leaps<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath them like a golden carp in the torrent.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Spring Love</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the weak spring rains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Two lovers walk together,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holding together the parasol.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the laughing rains of spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Will break the weak green shoots of their love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His will grow a towering stalk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hers, a cowering flower under it.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Endless Lament</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Spring rain falls through the cherry blossom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In long blue shafts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On grasses strewn with delicate stars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The summer rain sifts through the drooping willow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shatters the courtyard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving grey pools.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The autumn rain drives through the maples<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scarlet threads of sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Towards the snowy earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Would that the rains of all the winters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might wash away my grief!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Toyonobu. Exile's Return</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The cranes have come back to the temple,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The winds are flapping the flags about,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through a flute of reeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I will blow a song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let my song sigh as the breeze through the cryptomerias,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pause like long flags flapping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dart and flutter aloft, like a wind-bewildered crane.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 263px;"> +<a href="images/img058.jpg"><img src="images/img058_th.jpg" width="263" height="400" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Wind and Chrysanthemum</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Chrysanthemums bending<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the wind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Chrysanthemums wavering<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the black choked grasses.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wind frowns at them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He tears off a green and orange stalk of broken chrysanthemum.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The chrysanthemums spread their flattered heads,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scurry off before the wind.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Endless Pilgrimage</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Storm-birds of autumn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With draggled wings:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sleet-beaten, wind-tattered, snow-frozen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stopping in sheer weariness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Between the gnarled red pine trees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Twisted in doubt and despair;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whence do you come, pilgrims,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over what snow fields?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To what southern province<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hidden behind dim peaks, would you go?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Too long were the telling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefore we set out;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where we will find rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only the Gods may tell."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img064.jpg"><img src="images/img064_th.jpg" width="350" height="186" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img065.jpg"><img src="images/img065_th.jpg" width="350" height="135" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<h2><i>Part III</i></h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Clouds</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Although there was no sound in all the house,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I could not forbear listening for the cry of those long white rippling waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dragging up their strength to break on the sullen beach of the sky.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Two Ladies Contrasted</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The harmonies of the robes of this gay lady<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are like chants within a temple sweeping outwards<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But I prefer the song of the wind by a stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where a shy lily half hides itself in the grasses;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the night of clouds and stars and wine and passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a palace of tesselated restraint and splendor.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Night Festival</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sparrows and tame magpies chatter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the porticoes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lit with many a lantern.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is idle song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scandal over full wine cups,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow does not matter.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Only beyond the still grey shoji<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the breadth of innumerable countries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the sea with ships asleep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the blue-black starless night.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Distant Coasts</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A squall has struck the sea afar off.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You can feel it quiver<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the paper parasol<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With which she shields her face;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the drawn-together skirts of her robes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she turns to meet it.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>On the Banks of the Sumida</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Windy evening of autumn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the grey-green swirling river,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">People are resting like still boats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tugging uneasily at their cramped chains.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Some are moving slowly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the easy winds:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Brown-blue, dull-green, the villages in the distance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep on the banks of the river:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The waters sullenly clash and murmur.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chatter of the passersby,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is dulled beneath the grey unquiet sky.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Yoshiwara Festival</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The green and violet peacocks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With golden tails<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Parade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beneath the fluttering jangling streamers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They walk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Violet and gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The green and violet peacocks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the golden dusk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Showered upon them from the vine-hung lanterns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stately, nostalgically,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Parade.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Sharaku Dreams</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will scrawl on the walls of the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faces.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Leering, sneering, scowling, threatening faces;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weeping, twisting, yelling, howling faces;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faces fixed in a contortion between a scream and a laugh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meaningless faces.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will cover the walls of night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With faces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till you do not know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If these faces are but masks, or you the masks for them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Faces too grotesque for laughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faces too shattered by pain for tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faces of such ugliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That the ugliness grows beauty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They will haunt you morning, evening,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burning, burning, ever returning.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their own infamy creating,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till you strike at life and hate it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Burn your soul up so in hating.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will scrawl on the walls of the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pitiless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flaring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Staring.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Life</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Her life was like a swiftly rushing stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Green and scarlet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falling into darkness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The seasons passed for her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like pale iris wilting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or peonies flying to ribbons before the storm-gusts.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sombre pine-tops waited until the seasons had passed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then in her heart they grew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The snows of changeless winter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirred by the bitter winds of unsatisfied desire.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 266px;"> +<a href="images/img070.jpg"><img src="images/img070_th.jpg" width="266" height="400" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Dead Thoughts</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My thoughts are an autumn breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lifting and hurrying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dry rubbish about in a corner.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My thoughts are willow branches<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Already broken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Motionless at twilight.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Comparison</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My beloved is like blue smoke that rises<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In long slow planes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wavers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the dark paths of old gardens long neglected.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Mutability</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The wind shakes the mists<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making them quiver<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With faint drum-tones of thunder.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Out of the crane-haunted mists of autumn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blue and brown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rolls the moon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There was a city living here long ago,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all that city<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is only one stone left half-buried in the marsh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With characters upon it which no one now can read.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Despair</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Despair hangs in the broken folds of my garments;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It clogs my footsteps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like snow in the cherry bloom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In my heart is the sorrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of years like red leaves buried in snow.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Lonely Grave</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pilgrims will ascend the road in early summer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Passing my tombstone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mossy, long forgotten.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Girls will laugh and scatter cherry petals,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sometimes they will rest in the twisted pine-trees' shade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">If one presses her warm lips to this tablet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dust of my body will feel a thrill, deep down in the silent earth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img079.jpg"><img src="images/img079_th.jpg" width="350" height="336" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img081.jpg"><img src="images/img081_th.jpg" width="350" height="148" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<h2><i>Part IV</i></h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Evening Sky</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sky spreads out its poor array<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of tattered flags,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saffron and rose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the weary huddle of housetops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smoking their evening pipes in silence.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>City Lights</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The city gleams with lights this evening<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like loud and yawning laughter from red lips.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Fugitive Beauty</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As the fish that leaps from the river,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the dropping of a November leaf at twilight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the faint flicker of lightning down the southern sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I saw beauty, far away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Silver Jars</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I dreamed I caught your loveliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In little silver jars:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when you died I opened them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there was only soot within.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Evening Rain</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Rain fell so softly, in the evening,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I almost thought it was the trees that were talking.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Toy-Boxes</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Cities are the toy-boxes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time plays with:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there are often many doll-houses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of which the dolls are lost.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Moods</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A poet's moods:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fluttering butterflies in the rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Grass</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Grass moves in the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soul is backwards blown.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Landscape</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Land, green-brown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sea, brown-grey;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Island, dull peacock blue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sky, stone-grey.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Terror</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Because of the long pallid petals of white chrysanthemums<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waving to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dare not go.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Mid-Summer Dusk</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Swallows twittering at twilight:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waves of heat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Churned to flames by the sun.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Evening Bell from a Distant Temple</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A bell in the fog<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creeps out echoing faintly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pale broad flashes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of vibrating twilight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faded gold.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>A Thought</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A piece of paper ready to toss in the fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blackened, scrawled with fragments of an incomplete song:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soul.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>The Stars</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a goddess who walks shrouded by day:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At night she throws her blue veil over the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men only see her naked glory through the little holes in the veil.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Japan</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An old courtyard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hidden away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the afternoon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grey walks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mossy stones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Copper carp swimming lazily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beyond,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A faint toneless hissing echo of rain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That tears at my heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> +<h2><i>Leaves</i></h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The splaying silhouette of horse-chestnut leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the tall and delicate, patrician-tinged sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a princess in blue robes behind a grille of bronze.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<a href="images/img098.jpg"><img src="images/img098_th.jpg" width="350" height="190" alt="" title="" /></a> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p><p><i>An edition of 1000 copies only, of which 975 copies have been printed +on Olde Style paper, and 25 copies on Japanese Vellum.</i></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="endleaf" id="endleaf"></a> +<a href="images/img100.jpg"><img src="images/img100_th.jpg" width="400" height="298" 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