山田維史の青空日記・遊卵画廊

　 Spring thunder      shakes the grass hermitage      and passed by      Spring thunder      Red of a few pieces, Camellia petals      fluttered in the air      Spring rain,      its sound also strong.      The Rashomon gate      Spring rain in the morning,      After a secret intimate thing      in demon's bedchamber of Rashomon      Spring thunder. The demon's arm      that the war lord Tsuna      hold under his arm      The hem of a geisha kimono      That flutters like a spring breeze      The anniversary of Oishi's death      Water-warming      Tone embankment      and blowing north      Trace      The handwriting of an old letter      With a ...

       Fluffy fluffy,        Spring mountains laughing        In pale green       Aralia elata       Herbal cycad and Aralia cordata       Today's supper in early spring 　　       Aralia elata       Herbal cycad and Aralia cordata       Spring In a bamboo basket       The buds of Aralia elata,       Roste or vinegar with miso       Which is a favorite of you?         Early spring. Let me put         In my mouth the Aralia cordata,         Before it becomes a big tree       Is this a herbal cycard?       To imagine, the Jōmon jar has       A vortex of spring       The mystery-solving       Thought-provoking       The spiral of a herbal cycard 　【 Note...

　Consideration of Sensibility Towards Fog、2008 　　　　　　　　By Tadami Yamada 山田維史  「霧に対する感性の考察」 2008年      When I think back to the popular Japanese songs that sing about "fog," I'm surprised at how many there are. I remembered 19 songs. It's no fun to list them from memory, so I'll look into waka and haiku poems that Japanese people have written about "fog."      To begin with, I looked closely at the Kokin Wakashū ( 古今和歌集 ；Collection of Ancient and Modern Poetry, 905) and found nine poems in which about “fog”, two of which were by known authors and the rest were anonymous.      恋こいて逢う夜は今宵天の川霧立ちわたり明けずもあらん      The night we meet      longing for each other      tonight the Milky Way       will be covered in mist       it will probably never dawn      春霞かすみて去にし雁がねは今ぞ鳴くなる秋霧の上に      The geese       that left in t...