#230 As I gaze at the white clouds and let my thoughts drift to someone far away, the sound of the mountain stream echoes in my ears
| Size： | about 33×24 cm |
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| Dressing： | framed |
What kind of verse?
| verse: | Shirakumo no, tohobe no hito wo, omofu ma mo, mimi ni hibike ri, tanigaha no oto |
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| (imho): | As I gaze at the white clouds and let my thoughts drift to someone far away, the sound of the mountain stream echoes in my ears. |
| poet: | Shimagi, Akahiko |
| in: | 1922 |
brief comment
I wrote this waka poem on decorative paper filled with blooming azaleas.
The vivid scene of azaleas in full bloom, the white clouds drifting in the sky, and the sound of a mountain stream—these are more than just elements of nature. They resonate with our emotions and memories, leaving a lingering impression on the heart. I only hope that I can capture some of that quiet depth—what the Japanese might call ma, the space between—in my calligraphy as well.