willow song

“Willow Tree” ~Penny Mathews https://medium.com/p/65fee0940005/edit

たつねつる
はなかとてこそ
ひをくらせ
あけぬにおとる
あかねさすらん

いずる ひ の
ほのめくいろを
わがそでに
つつまばあすも
きみやとまらん

Being on my way to pay a visit, I found that which I took to be a flower: therefore here I spend the day… Why, in the time before dawn, the dawn-blush tint should glow — that, indeed, I know not.

If with my sleeve I hid the faint fair color of the dawning sun, — then, perhaps, in the morning my lord will remain.

from
“The Story of Aoyagi”
KWAIDAN: Stories and Studies of Strange Things
Lafcadio Hearn
Boston
Houghton, Mifflin and Co.
1904
http://www.sacred-texts.com/shi/kwaidan/kwai13.htm
retrieved 20 April 2017 4:45pm H/AST

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青い
my soul is stolen
ax-blows shudder tree to wood
falling from your arms

when you feel the wind
i will be dancing for you
see me, green once more

here, a gift for you
this breeze that brushes your heart
willow memories

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November Song
she walked in, and realized
she was like a Gaji
in a Vegas casino:
Willow suit,
definitely not trumps.
No points here,
no points indeed.

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Higo
weep not, child:
she would trust
that you, who has sprung forth
from willowʻs-dew,
have grown strong,
and that your and my love for her
has been the due,
paid in full,
for her life.
sing your sad song,
haul the wood;
we hide our tears, choke our sobs,
as the village shouts
yoi, yoi, yoi to na!
yoi, yoi, yoi to na!