冬こもり
春さり来れば
鳴かざりし
鳥も来鳴きぬ
咲かざりし
花も咲けれど
山を茂み
入りても取らず
草深み
取りても見ず
秋山の
木の葉を見ては
黄葉をば
取りてぞしのぶ
青きをば
置きてぞ嘆く
そこし恨めし
秋山われは
額田王
「万葉集」所収
759
無題
うつせみと
思ひし時に
取り持ちて
わが二人見し
走出の
堤に立てる
槻の木の
こちごちの枝の
春の葉の
茂きがごとく
思へりし
妹にはあれど
たのめりし
児らにはあれど
世間を
背きしえねば
かぎろひの
燃ゆる荒野に
白栲の
天領巾隠り
鳥じもの
朝立ちいまして
入日なす
隠りにしかば
我妹子が
形見に置ける
みどり子の
乞ひ泣くごとに
取り与ふる
物し無ければ
男じもの
脇はさみ持ち
我妹子と
ふたりわが宿し
枕付く
嬬屋のうちに
昼はも
うらさび暮らし
夜はも
息づき明かし
嘆けども
せむすべ知らに
恋ふれども
逢ふ因を無み
大鳥の
羽易の山に
わが恋ふる
妹は座すと
人の言へば
石根さくみて
なづみ来し
吉けくもそなき
うつせみと
思ひし妹が
玉かぎる
ほのかにだにも
見えなく思へば
柿本人麻呂
「万葉集」所収
759
I Am the Only Being Whose Doom
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn;
I never caused a thought of gloom,
A smile of joy, since I was born.
In secret pleasure, secret tears,
This changeful life has slipped away,
As friendless after eighteen years,
As lone as on my natal day.
There have been times I cannot hide,
There have been times when this was drear,
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here.
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care;
And they have died so long ago,
I hardly now believe they were.
First melted off the hope of youth,
Then fancy’s rainbow fast withdrew;
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew.
’Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow, servile, insincere;
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
Emily Brontë
1848
Sonnet 60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,
Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
William Shakespeare
“Sonnets”
1609