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Thursday, 29 April 2010

The Ink Dark Moon

Izumi Shikibu, born around the year 974, lived and wrote during the golden period of Japan's Heian court. She was "committed to a life of both religious consciousness and erotic intensity," the poet Jane Hirshfield and her translation partner Mariko Aratani tell us in the introduction to The Ink Dark Moon, their translations of ancient court love poetry. Though men of the time could take multiple wives and lovers and a woman could be wife to only one man, Heian women were able to own property and receive income, giving them the ability to choose their romantic fates with some independence and enjoy multiple affairs of the heart. Divorce was also possible, and was the outcome of Shikibu's marriage to a provincial official when, while in service to a former empress at the court, she had a passionate affair with the empress's stepson. Poems played a key role in such affairs ("the first intimation of a new romance for a woman of the court was the arrival at her door of a messenger bearing a five-line poem in an unfamiliar hand"), and in this climate, Shikibu wrote the verse that guaranteed her place as Japan's major woman poet. Her famous Diary tells of her significant love affair with Prince Atsumichi. Their five-year relationship, which ended when he died, began with his gift of a spray of orange blossoms.






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Nothing

in the world

is usual today.

This is

the first morning.



*



Come quickly—as soon as

these blossoms open,

they fall.

This world exists

as a sheen of dew on flowers.



*



Even though

these pine trees

keep their original color,

everything green

is different in spring.



*



Seeing you is the thread

that ties me to this life—

If that knot

were cut this moment,

I'd have no regret.



*



Sleeplessly

I watch over

the spring night—

but no amount of guarding

is enough to make it stay.

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