Kakinomoto no Asomi Hitomaro

(662 - 710 / Japan)

Kakinomoto no Asomi Hitomaro Poems

1. As A Mat Of Creepers 9/6/2010
2. As Autumn Mountains 9/6/2010
3. As In A Clear Glass 9/6/2010
4. At Awaji 9/6/2010
5. At Fair Kumano 9/6/2010
6. At Karasaki In Shiga 9/6/2010
7. At Nakisawa 9/6/2010
8. At Sasanami 9/6/2010
9. Had You But A Wife 9/6/2010
10. Haniyasu 9/6/2010
11. Harvested Jewelled Seaweed 9/6/2010
12. Heaven's Clouds 9/6/2010
13. I Do Speak These Words, Though 9/6/2010
14. In Iwami 9/6/2010
15. Jewelled Robes 9/6/2010
16. Eighty Warriors 9/6/2010
17. From The Heights Of Tsuno Mountain 9/6/2010
18. Lamplit 9/6/2010
19. My Grey-Dappled Steed 9/6/2010
20. Of Inabi Field 9/6/2010
21. On His Approaching Death. 9/6/2010
22. On Leaving His Wife In Ihami (I) 9/6/2010
23. On Peak Cradled 9/6/2010
24. On The Death Of His Wife (Ii) 9/6/2010
25. On The Mount Of Kamo 9/6/2010
26. On The Sea Of The Heavens 9/6/2010
27. On The Sovereign's Visit To The Palace In Yoshinu 9/6/2010
28. Prince Karu's Retreat To Remember His Father 9/6/2010
29. So Many Times 9/6/2010
30. The Waves Against The Seashore 9/6/2010
31. Tis Not Just Today 9/6/2010
32. To The Summer Fields 9/6/2010
33. Wavelets 9/6/2010
34. Distant As The Heavens 9/6/2010
35. Jewelled Seaweed 9/6/2010
36. Lament For Prince Takechi 9/6/2010
37. By The Sea In Iwami 9/6/2010
38. A Twist Of Folded Grass 9/6/2010
39. On Leaving His Wife In Ihami (Ii) 9/6/2010
40. To The Far-Reaching 9/6/2010
Best Poem of Kakinomoto no Asomi Hitomaro

On Seeing A Corpse On The Shore

On the sands of Sanuki's shore
folk gather fine seaweed,
and the eye never wearies of this fair land,
a divine land, most excellent, exalted.
Of Iyo's faces it's the one,
as our fathers always said,
for ever perfect—
as earth and sky,
and sun and moon.

And now from Naka's harbor
the ship is under weigh
and over sea I sail
blown by timely breeze towards
the cloudy margin of the sea.
Amid the waters I watch
the ever restless waves,
and on the shore-sands
hear the whitening breakers;
the whale-embracing sea
is vast and awe ...

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A Twist Of Folded Grass

A twist of folded grass, your pillow,
The only lodging on your journey;
Whose husband, I wonder?
Though in your land, forgotten
Home, they await you.

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