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I am more pleased than I expected to find there's a Kokinshu poem about going mushroom-gathering with one's father. Well, it's really about autumn leaves, the dying year(s), and missed opportunities. And other symbolic things, I'm sure. But really -- how many classical literatures have poems about hunting 'shrooms with Dad? Fewer than you might hope.
Bonus link: a portrait, as imagined a thousand later, of Ono no Komachi as an old woman. I like this one a lot -- that's the face of a woman who has lived a lot and made her peace with it all. (Note that's a gravestone she's sitting on.)
---L.
Bonus link: a portrait, as imagined a thousand later, of Ono no Komachi as an old woman. I like this one a lot -- that's the face of a woman who has lived a lot and made her peace with it all. (Note that's a gravestone she's sitting on.)
---L.
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Date: 30 September 2012 03:51 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 30 September 2012 04:07 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 30 September 2012 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 30 September 2012 10:53 pm (UTC)---L.