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“The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / 花の色は うつりにけりな いたづらに わが身世にふる ながめせし間に”

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Ono no Komachi
Ono no Komachi

Ono no Komachi was a renowned Japanese poet of the Heian period, active in the 9th century. Her poetry is celebrated for its delicate emotions and unique feminine perspective, profoundly influencing Japanese literature. more

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