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Hymn to Wisteria Tamasaburo Bando dancing 'Wisteria Girl' |
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May ! Already ! Too buoyant a season it is, and it exhausts me. Only wisteria, the mysterious flower, calms my nerve. Watching the swaying wisteria bunches makes me fall asleep. Is it hypnosis? This queer sense is not particular only to me, I believe, because in Noh Play also, there appears the Spirit of Wisteria in a dream of a monk. Japanese minds have long loved wisteria as a motif for poems, Haiku, dancing, paintings, and other designs. This month, I dedicate this page to Wisteria. I hope you will like it. |
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Here are two poems of wisteria, from The Tales of Genji, the volume of Wisteria Leaves Come join me in regrets for the passing of spring And wisteria now aglow in the evening light. Wisteria is like the sleeve of a maiden. Lovelier when someone cares for it. Thank you very much for seeing me this month too. I hope you will come back to this page next month. |
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