Sugawara Takesue no Musume
This author's name means "daughter of Sugawara no Takasue"; she was born in Kyoto but raised in the east when her father was an assistant governor. In Sarashina nikki she tells her story from age 12 to about age 52. Until she was about 30, she tells us, she did little but read tales like Murasaki Shikibu's "Menji monogatari"; then for about five years she was at court as an ... more »
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Sugawara Takesue no Musume Poems
Ah Me! Ah Me!
Ah, me! Ah, me! My weary doom to labour here in the Palace! Seven good wine-jars have I - and three in my province. There where they stand I have hung straight-stemmed gourds of the finest - They turn to the West when the East wind blows,
You Gave Me Words Of Hope
Perfume Laden Air
This Is The Night
This is the night when in the ancient Past, The Herder Star embarked to meet the Weaving One; In its sweet remembrance the wave rises high in the River of Heaven.  Even so swells my heart to see the famous book.
In The Dead Of Night
I Yearn For A Tranquil Moment
Years Have Passed
Years have passed and only sounds of waters have come to my ears, To-day, indeed, I may even count the ripples around the fishing net. The pattern of the maple leaves in Autumn dyed with the rain -
No Sight Can Be More Autumnal
Scarce Had My Mind Received
Scarce had my mind received with wonder The thought of newly fallen snow - Seeing the ground lie white - When the scent of Tachibana flowers
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Ah Me! Ah Me!
Ah, me! Ah, me! My weary doom to labour here in the Palace!
Seven good wine-jars have I - and three in my province.
There where they stand I have hung straight-stemmed gourds of the finest -
They turn to the West when the East wind blows,
They turn to the East when the West wind blows,
They turn to the North when the South wind blows,
They turn to the South when the North wind blows.
And there I sit watching them turning and turning forever-
Oh, my gourds! Oh, my wine-jars!