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“One lovely twilight, with the near garden in riotous bloom, Genji stepped onto a gallery that gave him a view of the sea, and such was the supernal grace of his motionless figure that he seemed in that setting not to be of this world at all. Over soft white silk twill and aster he wore a dress cloak of deep blue, its sash only very casually tied; and his voice slowly chanting “I, a disciple of the Buddha Shakyamuni…” was more beautiful than any they had ever heard before. From boats rowing by at sea came a chorus of singing voices. With a pang he watched them, dim in the offing, like little birds borne on the waters, and sank into a reverie as cries from lines of geese on high mingled with the creaking of oars, until tears welled forth, and he brushed them away with a hand so gracefully pale against the black of his rosary that the young gentlemen pining for their sweethearts at home were all consoled.”

Quote by Murasaki Shikibu

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The Tale of Genji

Written by Murasaki Shikibu, this novel is considered a foundational work of Japanese literature, offering a detailed look into the lives of the Heian court elite during the 11th century. more

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Murasaki Shikibu
Murasaki Shikibu

The author of 'The Tale of Genji,' a renowned female novelist from the Heian period of Japan, born around 973 AD. more

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