This is not the moon,
Nor is this the spring,
Of other springs,
And I alone
Am still the same.
Ariwara no Narihira, 825-880
Introduction for the poem from Steven D. Carter, Traditional Japanese Poetry: An Anthology
“Once, quite without premeditation, Narihira began to make love to a lady who lived in the western wing of a palace belonging to the Gojo Empress. Shortly after the tenth of the First Month, the lady moved away with no word to him. He learned where she had gone, but it was impossible to communicate with her. In the spring of the following year, when the plum blossoms were at their finest, memories of the preceding year drew him back to the western wing on a beautiful moonlit night. He lay on the floor of the bare room until the moon sank low in the sky.” (trans: Steven J. Carter)
Image: Ariwara no Narihira by Sumiyoshi Gukei, Late 17th-early 18th century, Freer Gallery (via: smithsonianmag.com)