| Text(Edward G. Seidensticker; The Tale of Genji）） |
| <The Broom Tree> P031-12 The chrysanthemum were at their best, very slightly touched by the frost, and the red leaves were beautiful in the autumn wind. <The Broom Tree> P031-23 He broke off a chrysanthemum and pushed it under the blinds. "Uncommonly fine this house, for moon, for koto. Does it bring to itself indifferent callers as well?" <The Broom Tree> P037-07 On the Day of Chrysanthemum, his mind has no room for anything but the Chinese poem he must come up with in the course of the day, and there she is with something about the dew upon the chrysanthemum. A poem that might have been amusing and even moving on a less frantic day has been badly timed and must therefore be rejected. <An Autumn Excursion> P133-42 The maple branch in Genji's cap was somewhat bare and forlorn, most of the leaves having fallen, and seemed at odds with his handsome face. The General of the Left replaced it with several chrysanthemums which he brought from below the royal seat. <An Autumn Excursion> P134-03 The chrysanthemums in Genji's cap, delicately touched by the frosts, gave new beauty to his form and his motions, no less remarkable today than on the day of the rehearsal. Then his dance was over, and a chill as if from another world passed over the assembly. <Heartvine> P173-12 In one of those late-autumn dawns when the very sound of the wind seems to sink to one's bones, he arose from a lonely, sleepless bed to see the garden enshrouded in mist. A letter was brought in, on dark blue-gray paper attached to a half-opened bud ofchrysanthemum. <The Maiden> P384-38 The chrysanthemum hedge would bloom in the morning frosts of early winter, when also a grove of "mother oaks" would display its best hues. And in among the deep groves were mountain trees which one would have been hard put to identify. <Wisteria Leaves> P532-37 Yugiri had not forgotten her nurse's scorn for his blue sleeves. One day he handed the nurse a chrysanthemum delicately tinged by frost. "Did you suspect by so much as a mist of dew That the azure bloom would one day be a deep purple? "I have not forgotten," he added with a bright, winning smile. She was both pleased and confused. "What mist of dew could possibly fail to find it, Though pale its hue, in so eminent a garden?" <Wisteria Leaves> P536-04 Remembering how they had danced "Waves of the Blue Ocean" on that other occasion, Genji sent someone down to break off a chrysanthemum, which he presented to his friend with a poem: "Though time has deepened the hue of the bloom at the hedge, I do not forget how sleeve brushed sleeve that autumn." <The Wizard> P732-16 Early in the Ninth Month came the chrysanthemum festival. As always, the festive bouquets were wrapped in cotton to catch the magic dew. "On other mornings we took the elixir together. This morning lonely sleeves are wet with dew." <His Perfumed Highness> P739-40 The blending of perfumes would become his work for days on end. In the spring he would gaze inquiringly up at the blossoming plum, and in the autumn he would neglect the maiden flower of which poets have so much and the hagi beloved of the stag, and instead keep beside him, all withered and unsightly, the chrysanthemum "heedless of age" and purple trousers, also sadly faded, and the burnet that has so little to recommend it in the first place. Perfumes were central to his pursuit of good taste. <The Ivy> P886-24 He came calling one day when the chrysanthemums, tinged by the frost, were at their best and sad autumn showers were falling. They talked of the wisteria lady. <The Ivy> P888-17 "A single chrysanthemum, left in a withered garden, Withstands the frost, its color yet unfaded." <The Ivy> P923-10 The chrysanthemums had not yet taken on their last color, for the more carefully cultivated the chrysanthemum, the slower it is to change. |